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[Verse 1]
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Just above the Archer    where the wild scrub cattle roam
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There’s a little wisp of smoke   in the air
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From a corrugated station house,   the Jacksons call their home
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Near the cattle yards    down there in the gully

[Verse 2]
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Granny Dawn will greet you    just as sweet as apple pie
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With a cake and king size kettle   on the boil
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She drags the rusty gate   with a welcome in her eye
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She loves her little gunyah in the gully

[Verse 3]
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And they don’t wear no shoes    unless they saddle up a horse
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Or take the shoppin’ wagon into town
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But it’s a long way to Weipa, it can wait another week
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Till the dust from the muster settles down

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[Verse 4]
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You’re duckin’ in the doorway if you’re nearly six foot tall
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The beams of stringy bark are pretty low
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Billy hangs his hat on the longhorns on the wall
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A cool siesta down there in the gully

[Verse 5]
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And the old Crown cooker   smokes the kitchen sooty black
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And wild pigs eat the mangoes   in the yard
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But Granny finds it easy   just to leave it as it is
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She loves her little gunyah in the gully

[Verse 6]
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And “Ooh” she says, “It’s gettin’ cold”, it’s twenty-five degrees
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But she’s got special jam drops in a jar
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And Grandkids gather round,    little hands around the cocoa
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They love her little gunyah in the gully

[Instrumental]
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[Outro]
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Just when you were thinkin’ that the good old days were gone
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There’s Granny’s little gunyah in the gully