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It¡¯s an early start but that¡¯s nothing new
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Making tracks through the heavy dew
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He¡¯s got black dog Betty
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Man¡¯s best friend
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Get the ewes in the yard
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Get the wethers penned
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CHORUS
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Tony sees the clouds in the distance
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He¡¯s heard the forecast it¡¯s not what he wanted to hear
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Sometimes he thinks he might throw it away
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But it¡¯s in his blood and I think it¡¯s there to stay
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Been a summer that he¡¯ll never forget
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Paddocks of burrs and the grounds still wet
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He¡¯s got the John Deere bogged
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And he¡¯s seeing red
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He wants the seed in the ground
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And not in the shed
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CHORUS
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And he¡¯s no stranger to the great unknown
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No one knows what the future holds
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You can only do your best and take what comes your way
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Whatever comes your way ...
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It¡¯s the footrot flyblown summer blues
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Sweatin¡¯ blood and crutchin¡¯ ewes
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He¡¯s got a dozen plans skippin¡¯ thru his mind
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Getting further and further and further behind
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CHORUS
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In His Blood
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| Colin Buchanan |
