| Tonight here by the roadside
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| I’ve been drivin' hard all day
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| Dreamin' of the old folks
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| And a homestead o’er the way
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| In dreams I see the old place
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| I’ll be there within a week
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| Where there’s gum trees by the roadway
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| And the willows by the creek
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| I see the homestead cattle
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| As around the place they roam
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| The old man with the horses
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| On the fields of gold alone
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| And mother in the doorway
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| Just to make this scene complete
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| With gum trees by the roadway
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| And the willows by the creek
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| Oh I’d like to tell my story
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| In a simple kind of way
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| It happened to many hundreds
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| In this war-torn world today
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| I heard the call for duty
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| So I donned the khaki suit
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| And I marched 'way from the gumtrees
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| And the willows by the creek
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| But when you land in trouble
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| And you’re placed behind those bars
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| That’s when you start thinking
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| Of the country moon and stars
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| And when at last they free you
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| And you step out on the street
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| Nothing then could hold you
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| From the homestead by the creek
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| That’s why tonight I’m standing
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| By this cheery roadside fire
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| Takin' in the country
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| Underneath the summer stars
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| And from now on you will find me
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| Where the air is fresh and sweet
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| Where forever there’ll be gum trees
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| And the willows by the creek |