Back At The Isa

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Big galvanised roofs and monster 
pipes black

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Pink and white clouds from a chimney
 stack

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Red dust and hawks in the wind out 
back

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And here I am at the Isa


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What do you do in a town like the 
Isa

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Retrenched at 50 become an old miser

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Drink yourself blind so you're none 
the wiser

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Sit at home with the race form and 
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whinge

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Just over the hill in his own 
backyard

Continúa después del anuncio
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The landscape becomes a picture 
postcard

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Where the colours are soft but the 
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life is hard

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On the stations here at the Isa

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Tonight's the night of the rodeo 
ball
Before riders and bull and horses 
stand tall
While out in the park some black 
people sprawl
And share their money on flagons
There's so much more to be 
understood
Before coming out here like Robin 
Hood
The do-gooders do more harm than 
good
Without really knowing the Isa

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Through the Leichhardt East
Where fools gold flashes
Fossick around for Maltese Crosses
Flog them off to the tourist buses
See ghost gums under the moon
Some really battle some make do
The luckier ones make a quid and 
pull through
Some perch at the bar like a caged 
cockatoo
But that's nothing new at the Isa

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And it takes a special kind of girl
To stay out here in this rugged 
world
Keep your dignity when the oathes 
are hurled
I pay my respects to you
And I'll raise my glass to an 
outback town
To that weathered spirit that won't 
back down
It takes the courage of a rodeo 
clown
To stick it out at the Isa

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Big galvanised roofs and monster 
pipes black
Pink and white clouds from a chimney
 stack
Red dust and hawks in the wind out 
back
And here I am at the Isa

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Never thought I'd return to this 
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lonely track

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And here I am back at the Isa

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