Where Country Is

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He sat by the door of the grand 
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old Birdsville Pub
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His swag and gear was guarded by a
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 faithful heeler dog
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He wore a shirt that would blind ya
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 and a rumpled ringers hat
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This old man was country, he left
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 no doubt of that

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Well he sang of mobs of cattle 
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moving down the Birdsville track
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And the camels carting wool in the
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 early days outback
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He sang of wild eyed scrubbers 
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runnin' flat out in the night
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Tryin' to ring the mob cause the 
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lightnin's quick to fright

[Chorus]
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He sat there hillbilly pickin' on a
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 cracked and battered Gibson
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And the songs that he sang were 
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all his
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Every song told a story and the more
 that I listened
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The more I realised this is where 
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country is

[Verse 2]
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Well his songs told how they did 
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it and I felt a sense of shame
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And I wondered if the battler 
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would ever be again
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His pride in his country rang true 
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in every song
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And I wondered if the chips were 
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down if I ever would be as strong