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There¡¯s sunshine in the south-east
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There¡¯s rain to the north-westAnd Gundabooka¡¯s brewing up a storm
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The sleeping Bogan River
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Winds its gentle track
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And the locals said they knew that
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I¡¯d be back ...
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CHORUS
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Coz once you¡¯ve crossed the
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North Bourke Bridge
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(And) stood on the dust of an
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Ancient red ridge
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Oh-oh the locals know
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The outback calls you back
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They knew that I¡¯d be back
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Black feet on the red dust
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Walk an ancient land
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Never tamed and hard to understand
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The gidgee and the redgum
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Stand in silhouette
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And I know the dreaming isn¡¯t over yet ...
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There¡¯s the fading glow of sunset
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The creeping black of night
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Gundabooka sleeps in silver light
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And I stand in Lawson¡¯s footsteps
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Solitary and small
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And in the stillness hear the distant call
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North Bourke Bridge
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| Colin Buchanan |
