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He drives a red and yellow taxi down George Street
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He knows this city like it was his own
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But he talks about a life beyond the ranges
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And he dreams about the big sky of home Chorus...
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Sons of the country
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Daughters of the land
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All those precious memories running in your blood
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Of the hometowns in the heartland and the distant bush you love
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Sons of the country
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Daughters of the land
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You're from Come By Chance
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Busselton and Crookwell
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Yackandandah Louth and Warrego
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And though you left behind the mother bush who bore you
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You can hear her calling you home...
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Chorus... I can hear her calling
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I can hear her calling
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I can hear her calling me home...
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Chorus...
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Sons of the Country
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| Colin Buchanan |
