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In his annexe made of besser bricks and corrugated iron
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I can hear the roar of footy on a Saturday afternoon
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Kurrajong¡¯s got his slippers on and he sips a mug of coffee
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And he¡¯s glad to share the game with a little company
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In his annexe made of besser bricks and corrugated iron
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I hear snatches of a childhood back in Sydney years before
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Kurrajong chuckles and shakes his head and lights himself a rollie
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He¡¯s found himself a home now and it¡¯s time to settle down. And ...
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CHORUS
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When the time comes they can take me down the track to the claypan
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And lay me by the windmill by the bore
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Don¡¯t let their tears cloud the changes of my final years -
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They can say Kurrajong you came a long, long way
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In his annexe made of besser bricks and corrugated iron
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An old soldier reminisces about Korea and the war
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Kurrajong carries his memories and his back carries shrapnel
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He fought bravely for his country. He might never have come back . But ...
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CHORUS
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In his annexe made of besser bricks and corrugated iron
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I see Kurrajong fight a battle with a habit that won¡¯t die
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But Kurrajong knows it won¡¯t be long and the battle will be over
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He¡¯s not afraid to fight till then, and he¡¯s not afraid to die
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Kurrajong you came a long, long way,
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A long long way
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Kurrajong you came a long - long - way
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Kurrajong
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| Colin Buchanan |
