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1. Out west of the mighty Darling
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Where the big bomboras blow
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And turn daylight to the black of night
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In half an hour or so
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And you race for the nearest shelter
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From dust like rusty snow
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Out west of the mighty Darling
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Where the big bomboras blow.
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2. It's wild, wild cattle country.
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Nomad camels range its plains
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The wild untamed descendants
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Of the Afghan camel trains
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And you see the wedge-tailed eagle soar
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As it hunts in the sunset's glow
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Out west of the mighty Darling
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Where the big bomboras blow
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3. Out west of the mighty Darling
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Where the big bomboras flow
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And the sunset's red, like the furnace bed
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Of the hobs of Hell below
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And the lonely Paroo wanders
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With no banks to guide its flow
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Out west of the mighty Darling
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Where the big bomboras blow
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4. It's barren clay-pan country
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Of salt-bush and bindi-eye
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Of twisted, tortured ti-tree
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And a leaden, burning sky
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But if you ever leave it
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You'll find you want to go
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Back west of the mighty Darling
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Where the big bomboras blow
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Out West of the Mighty Darling
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| Colin Buchanan |
