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Cockatoos call in the morning
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Surf crashes on the golden sand
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It's 5 hours from the dust and the paddocks
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On the edge of the big brown land
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He's missing that farm under Sugarloaf Mountain
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There's sheep to feed, there's crops to grow
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He lies awake and in his mind drives the road to Adelago
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Chorus... He's ready to hear the crackle of gravel
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He's yearning for that homeward road
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He'll cross that bridge to the sandy ridge
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Out where the black pine grow
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And take that track straight back to Adelago
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His sons had never seen the ocean
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It's been a struggle just to get away
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He stares out to sea but the call of home
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Gets stronger every day
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Coz he can't help thinking 'bout the dams & silos
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He's ready just to pack the car
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And at journey's end to stand again at the gates to Waratah
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Chorus...
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Adelago
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Colin Buchanan |