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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 At Kalulah Colin Buchanan It grew darker at Kalulah I could see the 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 Come What May Colin Buchanan It was tinder dry ‘round Illabo all summer And we're not entirely certain just how the fires began But when the flames had finally passed And we saw all that we’d lost We weren’t about to bid it 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 By the Barwon Colin Buchanan 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. No Place like Home Colin Buchanan The moon lit the mountains bathed them in light The patchwork of paddocks spread forth in the night And whatever it was that had drawn him away Was forgotten, was gone... That Old Caravan Colin Buchanan Oh sweet memories In that flaking paint and ply Oh those miles that rolled on by So hold her like you used to When the journey first began Side by side In that old caravan The day they got a flat Living in Town Colin Buchanan a beckoning road ... they left you CHORUS Living in town In a tidy asphalt street Stand on your verandah Watch the world pass slowly by Living in town - Have you really lost your heart Did it The Wanaaring Road Colin Buchanan 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. Harvest Colin Buchanan bar is of prices and yields Harvest will soon be here So will this be the year that the silos run full The year that the headers run slow The year that the grain trucks will stretch to four deep When Uncle Viv Colin Buchanan But when the stories started I wanted to hear more He spent some time in the Northern Territory, Proud of his time as a young bloke Serving actively The Coopers ale was rationed But the jungle Kurrajong Colin Buchanan CHORUS When the time comes they can take me down the track to the claypan And lay me by the windmill by the bore Don’t let their tears cloud the changes of my final years - They can say Kurrajong you Thinking of You Colin Buchanan When I started thinking of you ... 2. 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 district Handyman Colin Buchanan So he rebuilt the cupboards Ripped up the floor Smashed up the sink re-hung the door Now it’s 10-times worse than it was before. Anyone can be a handyman ... The House on Fishy Lake Road Colin Buchanan Tell me your story If it can be told I know you've not always been empty and cold Whisper it softly let it unfold And tell me the story of The house on Fishy Lake Road And what of the ones who lived 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 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 Hard Times Colin Buchanan Hard times on the land 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 The Birdsville Races Colin Buchanan Now folk's will tell you Birdsville is a little town You'd miss it if you blink But I took a trip out that way And it's not the sort of town Most people think .... He Waits Colin Buchanan forget CHORUS He’s sitting at the bar of the Railway Hotel, He’s sitting with his mates, all alone She’s sitting in the Kingswood with a cigarette in hand She waits And remembers all they hoped it The Measure of a Man Colin Buchanan Chorus The measure of a man isn't found In the dollars in his pocket Or in where he lives in town It's what lies deep within Past the colour of his skin When we look there we begin to understand The Bimbi Talent Quest Colin Buchanan to hire a great big canvas tent The problem was the hall burned down at the last big B & S But that didn’t stop the Bimbi Talent Quest CHORUS Two bucks a ticket and the kids got in for free It Tough Job Colin Buchanan It's a tough job, mate But someone's got to do it It's a tough job mate But it's got to be done Put in the hard yakka Work up a sweat The harder you work The hotter it gets It's a tough job mate 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 Chook Colin Buchanan Caught the train to Cootamundra Headed over to the waiting bus Twenty minutes to stretch the legs When this bloke rides up to us Twelve speed pushbike, kung-fu jacket The kiosk girl said, "Here comes Rocko Colin Buchanan We searched out a quiet corner of the Middle Bre Hotel A couple of dudes from out of town 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 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 Out West of the Mighty Darling Colin Buchanan Nomad camels range its plains The wild untamed descendants Of the Afghan camel trains And you see the wedge-tailed eagle soar As it hunts in the sunset's glow Out west of the mighty Darling Where 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