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Just what got me in I¡¯m not quite sure,
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The hat with the Legacy badges
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Or the tales about the war?
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But when the stories started
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I wanted to hear more
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He spent some time in the Northern Territory,
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Proud of his time as a young bloke
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Serving actively
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The Coopers ale was rationed
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But the jungle juice was free
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CHORUS
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And he was born in the depression,
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He grew up hungry
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And times were hard
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And all his memories he¡¯ll re-live,
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When you¡¯re chewin¡¯ the fat with Uncle Viv
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Childhood days were lean and things were tough -
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Porridge made from grinding wheat -
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Never quite enough,
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And he chuckles now when the young ones
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say that things are getting rough ...
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CHORUS
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Lightning Ridge was home ¡®til ¡®72,
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Mum couldn¡¯t run the farm alone
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So his mining days were through
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But the treasures in his tobacco tin
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He¡¯ll gladly show to you
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CHORUS
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Now his curly hair is long and mostly grey
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And his grin is nearly toothless
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And his joints have had their day
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But Viv has got a swag of yarns
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He¡¯ll gladly throw your way ...
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CHORUS
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Uncle Viv
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| Colin Buchanan |
