Long ago in college days
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You could measure my hand
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By the style of my play
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Hitchhiking home when the dollars ran low
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I had little to do and nothing to say
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Then the road was grafted like a mistletoe
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To my skin and my bones
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I just had to go
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Then everyday and every time I stayed
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My feet were burnin'
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You just got to know
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It's a never ending show
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Packup my toothbrush, I just got to go
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As we slaved out west
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On the cotton chipping
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For the money we got
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I knew we were slipping
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But later speeding down the Puttee Road
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Our heads were high
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And our hearts were skipping
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And we drove all day down Wallacia way
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For three long days of music and friends
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And we all got stoned on jungle juice and ladies
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When the last note died
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We hit the road again
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And oh
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Well I guess its never quite the same again
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Somebody moves his money in
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Saturday night and Tony and me
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Packed an airline bag and headed down to the sea
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The Duke was howlin' down in Sydney town
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And when the Duke's around
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There's just one place to be
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And the rain came down
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In Pitt Street in the morning
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The air was alive with little wings
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We slept in the car till the dawning
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And we broke our fast like vagabond kings
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And oh
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Well I guess its never quite the same again
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Somebody moves his money in
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Well time goes on
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And you ain't any younger
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Your belly gets fat
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But you still got the hunger
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Your friend's get married
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Your hair gets thin
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You want to leave it all behind
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And scream I'm on the road again
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I'm on the road again
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I'm on the road again
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I'm on the road again
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I'm on the road again....
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On The Road
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Cold Chisel |