John Williamson – Humpin My Bluey (Guitar)

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Hey, Would you like to ride along a country road I'll give you a gentle push

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I swell with pride to see the countryside When I wander aimlessly through the bush

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'Cause that's where I get my music and that's where I live my life

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You can call me a jolly swagman if you like

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Call it humpin' my bluey, I reckon that's the style

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So why don't you climb aboard with me, along the road a while

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Been workin' in the big smoke, singin' at the pub

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I talk to people everywhere - they still love the scrub

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Or longing for a piece of land and the Eucalyptus air

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So why don't you come with me, I'll take you there

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Maybe we'll find a shack somewhere plant an avocado tree

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With fences only to keep out the cows  Share a dream with me

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Hey, call it humpin' my bluey, I reckon that's the style

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So why don't you climb aboard with me, along the road a while

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I've spent some time in your town,  at every waterhole

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'Cause I must drink a big brown land   to quench a thirsty soul

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From W.A along the Nullabor and north to the black soil plains

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Through cattle, sheep and hills of golden grain

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The snow on Kosciusko, my friends in the Territory

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Springtime in Tasmania, it all belongs to me

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Call it humpin' my bluey, I reckon that's the style

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So why don't you climb aboard with me, along the road a while