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I rode the boundries of our place, for the very last time
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I was leaving for Sydney on the mail train,
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I'd made up my mind.
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Dad died in June I'd never seen my mother so frail,
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Three months later we had to put,
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The family farm up for sale.
There was a five gallon mail box on a post by the road,
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Where I turn up the valley, and wind my way home.
EmDC
I could see mum and dad arm in arm,
DG
In my memories of the Family Farm.
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No horses, no valleys, no crossings, no Hinterland streams
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Just a heart full of song, a guitar,
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And a swag full of dreams.
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In my dark little room i'd scratch out my letters to mum,
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And apart of me drifted back north, with every single one.
There was a five gallon mail box on a post by the road,
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Where I turn up the valley, and wind my way home.
EmDC
I could see mum and dad arm in arm,
DG
In my memories of the Family Farm.
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We laid mum to rest next to dad, the year the farm was sold.
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months turned to years as i followed the call of the road
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I was just passing through as i saw, that real estate sign
AmCDG
That very day i put my name on what had always been mine.
There was a five gallon mail box on a post by the road,
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Where I turn up the valley, and wind my way home.
EmDC
I could see mum and dad arm in arm,
DG
In my memories of the Family Farm.
EmDC
I could see mum and dad arm in arm,
DG
In my memories of the Family Farm.