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[Verse 1]
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I was raised on a farm where our lives were calm
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In a land of honey and cream
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As a boy I played in the summer time shade
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By the banks of the old Nulla streams

[Verse 2]
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Many years have gone since I left that home,
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Gum juice still runs in my veins,
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I'm just an old Australian cattle camp crooner,
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Why should I ever change,
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Why should I ever change.

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[Verse 3]
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They say my dad was a bit of a lad,
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They called him Noisy Dan

He worked in the bush far from the push
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Of the hustle of a noisy town.

[Verse 4]
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He could rattle off tales in the stockyard rails,
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Of the wild old life he's had,
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I'm just an old Australian cattle camp crooner,
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Following me dear old dad,
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Following me dear old dad.


[Verse 5]
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Now I've got mates in every state,
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I've been all over this land,
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When it's cold I hit the road
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And head for Darwin or Cairns.

[Verse 6]
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Some fogies say for livin' this way,
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I must be out of my mind,
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I'm just all Australian cattle camp crooner
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One of the wandering kind,
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One of the wandering kind.

[Verse 7]
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Don't mind a smoke or a drink with the blokes,
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When day is over and done
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I'm proud to be in this land of the free,
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And to live my life in the sun

[Verse 8]
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I don't wear chaps or a curled up hat
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My clothes are simple and plain,

I'm just an all Australian cattle camp crooner,
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Why should I ever change,
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Why should I ever change.

[Verse 9]
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Now I've reached the state that nears old age,
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I soak up everyone's praise
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I brag to the young of the things I've done,
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Way back in the batting days.

[Verse 10]
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And when I leave this place for the chosen race,
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And head for the heavenly range,

They'll say, "Here comes that cattle camp crooner",
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Why can't he ever change, (Oh no no)
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Why should I ever change,
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Why should I ever change
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Why should I ever change,
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Why should I ever change.