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1. It was a week of weather over 40
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The dogs were panting in the peppercorn shade
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The heat was roasting the little town
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By the Barwon
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2. They'd had enough of the concrete footpath
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Had enough of the takeaway
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Must have been a dozen in that Falcon
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Heading down to the Barwon.
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Chorus
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Could've gone to the local pool
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But it's not as brown
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it's not as cool
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Yellowbelly, rivergums
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Maybe a cousin or two ...
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By the Barwon
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3. There's the rattly bridge with the swallow nests
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At the shotgun sign you hang a left
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It's a well-worn track to that well-known bend
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In the Barwon
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4. There's been stories told around a roaring fire
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Lovers held under a million stars
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And a lot of empty bottles have been cast adrift
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In the Barwon.
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Chorus
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5. It was a week of weather over 40
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The dogs were panting in the pepercorn shade
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The heat was roasting the little town
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By the Barwon
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6. They've been coming here for so many years
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Before the bridge and the town and the bottles of beer
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And when the next flood passes they'll all be back
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In the Barwon.
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By the Barwon
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| Colin Buchanan |
