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

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

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

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 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

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

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

Progress Colin Buchanan

I’ve seen the struggle of the daring ones Seen the work wrought with calloused hands Seen a world that clung so desperately In days that now have passed I’ve seen the rusting iron once so proud S...

By the Barwon Colin Buchanan

1. It was a week of weather over 40 The dogs were panting in the peppercorn shade The heat was roasting the little town By the Barwon 2. They'd had enough of the concrete footpath Had enough of t...

Harvest Colin Buchanan

The crops have just started to turn golden brown, Patches of green on retreat The last of the spring rains have swollen the grain Harvest will soon be here Ron took delivery of his header last we...

The Measure of a Man Colin Buchanan

1. The autumn sun Warmed the sand Of the river running dry And around the gums Dads and mums Lay with dogs Under open skies And let the days slip by ... Chorus The measure of a man isn't found In...

He Waits Colin Buchanan

They met in the summer of 1958, A hometown girl with stars in her eyes He came from out of town to work in the mill, She found what she was looking for And he, he found a wife. She still remember...

Smaller Every Year Colin Buchanan

1. There were young folk In the church hall In the old days They packed them in There was laughter There was singing It's a different story now ... Chorus It's just a little town Getting smaller ...

Edge of the Kimberley Colin Buchanan

Take the Sunset strip out of Timber Creek Past the boab tree and the rusty peak A couple of hours and you're going to be On the edge of the Kimberley Took a tinny on the Ord to Ivanhoe Barramundi ...

Silver Bullet Colin Buchanan

Set the yards up, dug a hole Rounded up the sheep Picked the ones that had to go It’d make a fella weep Food for dogs and a few loose coins CHORUS It was a simple plan to work this land But a fi...

Jingle Bells Colin Buchanan

Dashing through the bush In a rusty Holden ute Kicking up the dust Esky in the boot Kelpie by my side Singing Christmas songs It’s summertime and I am in My singlet, shorts and thongs CHORUS OH! ...

Paradise Colin Buchanan

1. It was a long drive over 200 k's of dirt We watched the country change from slopes to plains Stands of yellowbox Turned to Mallee green and grey And her beauty kept unfolding that day Chorus S...

North Bourke Bridge Colin Buchanan

There’s sunshine in the south-east There’s rain to the north-westAnd Gundabooka’s brewing up a storm The sleeping Bogan River Winds its gentle track And the locals said they knew that I’d be back ...

The Local District Show Colin Buchanan

Rams and jams, bulls and biscuits Crafts and cattle, sheep and shortbread Brought before the steward’s gaze Stock and produce, craft displays It’s a day when people have a go It’s the local distri...

The Wanaaring Road Colin Buchanan

1. If you head west beyond the Darling Near the corner country of New South Wales You'll know you've struck the real Australia When your wheels hit the Wanaaring Road 2. There's (sic) roos and pi...

Tough Job Colin Buchanan

Heading road trains west of the Warrego River Pigging in the lyginum on the Barcoo Drilling for oil in the Strezleki Desert Or shipping the wool clip out Pokataroo Chorus... It's a tough job, mate...

Home Colin Blunstone

Last night she called across the Northern seas from home And told me about the morning that was breaking And the love she kept inside The California sun may have me on the run, but Home is where

You Who Are Lonely Colin Blunstone

You, you are lonely, no How slowly time can go When winds of sadness blow. You, you are lonely, you see To be alone is not to be free Nobody knows like me And you who are lonely.

Supernova Roy Buchanan

I have looked all over the place But you have got my favorite face Your eyelashes sparkle like gilded grass And your lips are sweet and slippery like a cherub's bare wet ass 'Cause you're a human

Missin' Slim Lee Kernaghan, Colin Buchanan

Davey has a photo From the day they met Slim Dusty It hangs beneath the longhorns in a simple timber frame And I dont know who is prouder Davey or his old man But you can see in in their faces and...

I Just Don`t Think I`ll Ever Get Over You Colin Hay

I drink good coffee every morning Comes from a place that's far away And when I'm done I feel like talking Without you here there is less to say I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy What

Black Autumn Roy Buchanan

Subways stumbling through the night Flashing rows of neon lights People with no place to go Rushing madly to and frow A shrine where all the nameless robots Pay homage to their countrey idol Got to pass