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No Place like Home Colin Buchanan Chorus They say there's no place like this place The very same track will always lead back To a place where you're known Perhaps she was right when she said There's no place like home 2. Here One Moment Colin Buchanan I love this house I built this house We raised our children here The walls have shared the tumult In the passing of the years But we lost it all last Saturday In the crackle and the roar Our home Come What May Colin Buchanan saw all that we’d lost We weren’t about to bid it all farewell Cos there’s been fire before in Illabo And there’ll be fire again And come what may, There’s been worse things in the way It’s our home Sons of the Country Colin Buchanan He drives a red and yellow taxi down George Street He knows this city like it was his own But he talks about a life beyond the ranges And he dreams about the big sky of home Chorus... The House on Fishy Lake Road Colin Buchanan The house on Fishy Lake Road Stands on the brow of the hill Her timbers are weathered and grey Her rooms are empty and still No warmth from a welcoming fire Beckons this traveller home The wind Tears On The Phone Colin Buchanan You dropped me off You turned away I asked should I leave or should I stay You didn't know The baby cried No more to say We kissed goodbye Both trying so hard not to show The desperation just Living in Town Colin Buchanan You took your bride to the farm The same land your father worked And your grandfather cleared You shared the joy of two sons One day the place would be theirs To share with their brides You took Runaway Train Colin Buchanan They were still bagging grain when the train pulled in He was a hardworkin' fella with a knockabout grin And the boss' daughter took a shine to him And they were off like a runaway train Close the Singlets Blue Colin Buchanan And eyes peeled for a bare-bellied ewes CHORUS So bend that back, Shear that wool, It’s forty in the shade and the holding yards are full With singlets blue And faces red - A bludger has no Farm Cars Colin Buchanan Got no door but it doesn’t seem to matter Duco’s scratched Panels bent and dented Can’t be matched Those no frills, no brakes Gut-thrasher, paddock-basher farm cars What a sight, Gurgling at sunrise Handyman Colin Buchanan John came home with a good idea “Going to build you a brand new kitchen dear.” When it rained Colin Buchanan CHORUS And when it rained He thought of home He talked of how the farm was going To his father on the phone He should’ve learnt He should’ve known Whatever’s in your heart, boy Will never let Frank the Scab Colin Buchanan CHORUS Frank’s yard looked like the site of a nuclear blast And the neighbours told him years ago to clean it up - and fast But Frank is sure that all the flack Is just cos they want all the good Out West of the Mighty Darling Colin Buchanan Out west of the mighty Darling Where the big bomboras blow And turn daylight to the black of night In half an hour or so And you race for the nearest shelter From dust like rusty snow Out west of The Birdsville Races Colin Buchanan They told me just a hundred people Make this little town their humble home But as I came in from Bedourie I found I most certainly was not alone Chorus They're 30 deep in the street By the pub The Bimbi Talent Quest Colin Buchanan forget the Bimbi Talent Quest The backing band were local lads together for the night They found it hard to play by ear And they couldn’t play by sight They may have all played out of tune but no That Old Caravan Colin Buchanan They hitched up that old caravan in 1963 They drove a big black Zephyr They were young and they were free Pointed southwards with a tailwind And no particular plan Just a young bloke and his new The Heroes of the Flames Colin Buchanan The bush was like a tinder-box From a summer free of rain The unrelenting westerlies Quickly fanned the flames And with every passing hour The flames were burning higher Thousands faced destruction Adelago Colin Buchanan sandy ridge Out where the black pine grow And take that track straight back to Adelago His sons had never seen the ocean It's been a struggle just to get away He stares out to sea but the call of home Jincumbilly Colin Buchanan There's no train into Jincumbilly There's no cattle in the yard There's no shearers standing Smoking on the platform Taking in the sunshine with the guard There's no work gang there at Jincumbilly Chook Colin Buchanan Time was up, my bus was going Chook said he was running late As we pulled out Chook was chatting On truckies' channel eight Cootamundra - Bradman's Birthplace Wattle Town and Home of Chook Chorus Uncle Viv Colin Buchanan CHORUS Lightning Ridge was home ‘til ‘72, Mum couldn’t run the farm alone So his mining days were through But the treasures in his tobacco tin He’ll gladly show to you CHORUS Now his curly Without You Colin Buchanan Oh the bed I slip into is empty and frozen No lover have I to hold And my sleep it is fitful but I cling to the dreaming O how can I live one more night without you? Kurrajong Colin Buchanan annexe made of besser bricks and corrugated iron I hear snatches of a childhood back in Sydney years before Kurrajong chuckles and shakes his head and lights himself a rollie He’s found himself a home In His Blood Colin Buchanan summer that he’ll never forget Paddocks of burrs and the grounds still wet He’s got the John Deere bogged And he’s seeing red He wants the seed in the ground And not in the shed CHORUS And he’s no At Kalulah Colin Buchanan rain on Flat Rock Biggest storm in such a long time Birds were flying to their nests Chorus We've had some big storms lately There've been dark clouds in our hearts *But my love is here to stay No Hard Times Colin Buchanan CHORUS Hard times Hard times on the land The tractor won’t run On an oily rag Hard times on the land There was a time, George knows well When you couldn’t grow Enough wheat to sell But no Fields of Green Colin Buchanan Let it be our little secret, my love This pledge that no witness shall see This promise of love that will live though we part Declared in these fields of green Let only these clouds cast their shadows Rocko Colin Buchanan and it wasn't hard to tell A fella with an old guitar Who'd been playing in the public bar Gave a gappy smile and said "G'day" We made our introductions And he gave our hands a shake His grip was like Thinking of You Colin Buchanan The Tenterfield takeaway hung with the smoke The takeaway lady didn't laugh at my joke And when I couldn't hold hands and give thanks like we do I started thinking of you Chorus We'll keep telling