John Williamson – Hang My Hat In Queensland (Guitar)

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I was born below the Murray, where the South wind blows colder

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Reminds you in the Winter that you're getting on

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Where the Mallee holds on to the soil that's too sandy,

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It buried my fences and gave me a song

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Next thing I knew I was blown to the Brigalows

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Grew wheat and sorghum like I'd never grown,

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But then flooding rains without any   warning,

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Followed by drought like I'd never known

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And I drove to Sydney on the back of an emu

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I found a new brother, but he didn't know,

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The reason for living so he asked a wild turkey,

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It couldn't tell us so what could I do?

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Then further North to the land of the mangoes,

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Above the warm beaches in June and  July,

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To a little green cottage, for two to Tango

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Yes, I'm gonna die in Queens -  land

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Yes, I'm gonna die in Queens - land

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Over Hoop pine and Banga   -  low.

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Sprinkle my ashes where the yellow-tailed Cockies

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And long clouds are rolling through

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Yes, I'll hang my hat in    Queens - land,

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You should see my point of  view.

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I found my bush home in the nest of an eagle,

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Where I fell in love with you

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Now I am here I can see the green mountain,

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Way beyond Beachma or Riley by  name.

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Carried a piano on the back of a  donkey,

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Mountains and music are one and the same.

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Some people say, it's no place for a woman,

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With bush tick and leeches, no peaches and cream,

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But it's out of reach of the mob who would plunder.

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She loves the thunder and sharing my dream.

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Yes, I'm gonna die in Queens - land

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Over Hoop pine and Banga   -  low.

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Sprinkle my ashes where the yellow-tailed Cockies

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And long clouds are rolling through

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Yes, I'll hang my hat in    Queens - land,

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You should see my point of  view.

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I found my bush home in the nest of an eagle,

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Where I fell in love with you