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They hitched up that old caravan in 1963
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They drove a big black Zephyr
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They were young and they were free
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Pointed southwards with a tailwind
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And no particular plan
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Just a young bloke and his new bride
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And that old caravan
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Chorus... Oh sweet memories
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In that flaking paint and ply
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Oh those miles that rolled on by
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So hold her like you used to
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When the journey first began
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Side by side
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In that old caravan
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The day they got a flat tyre out the back of Narrabri
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Annie was a twinkle in her mother's eye
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And those little interruptions often-times began
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A romantic roadside rendezvous
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In that old caravan
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Chorus...
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They still flick through those old photos
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Of their little growing clan
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It was freedom on the wallaby
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In that old caravan
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Chorus...
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That Old Caravan
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Colin Buchanan |