Slim Dusty – Keeroongooloo Station (Guitar)

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They are stringing down the channels see the clouds of cooper dust.

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Oh, I'm back home on the cooper once again.

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And their briskets brush the flinders and there’s bluebird to their hawks,

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and there's Mitchell to my stirrups on the plain.

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Now I’ve drunk Mildura waters from those Murray reservoirs.

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and I’ve tasted snowy streams a time or two.

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but I'd miss the muddy flavour for they don’t make quart pot tea,

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like these channels here on old Keeroongooloo.

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Oh, there’s water in the channels and their backs are broad as tables.

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And their briskets brush the flinders as they string.

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My old stock horse tugs the red hide as I canter for the lead.

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No, I wouldn't swap my throne for any king.

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They are stringing down the channels in a cloud of gidgee dust.

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and the bush flies seem to welcome me again.

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I can see the sorghum waving and there’s bluebush shoulder high

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and the Mitchells to my stirrups on the plain.

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Now I watched the red stained sunset I can smell the campfire smoke.

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Where we block em, and the leaders start to ring.

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Mate, I swear I'd never trade this for the comforts of your town.

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Nor for castles or the ransoms of a king.

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I'm back home on the Cooper been away am I too long.

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And I’ve come home with a different point of view.

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Fresher pastures may look greener, but I’d never found one better.

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then the ones right here on old Keeroongooloo.

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Oh, there’s water in the channels and their backs are broad as tables.

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And their briskets brush the flinders as they string.

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My old stock horse tugs the red hide as I canter for the lead.

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No, I wouldn't swap my throne for any king. Oh no.