| Well the best is all behind you,
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| by the time you reach my age in years
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| And the only luxuries you know
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| are a T-bone steak and a round or two of beer
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| And the roads you know are the distant tracks
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| And the bulldust and the never ending spaces
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| And the only family you know
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| Is the smiling friendly outback peoples faces
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| I’ve got no family of my own,
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| This old drivers always been, a rolling stone
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| But there’s always some waiting,
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| Waiting there beyond the saltbush sea
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| No matter how long I’ve been gone,
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| They’ve always got the billy on
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| Waiting like a family for me'
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| There’s always someone waiting
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| On a lonely isolated cattle run
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| Sitting on the stockyard rails
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| To roll a smoke and watch the setting sun
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| And we’ll shake hands and we’ll swap news,
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| Boil the billy on the coals for tea
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| By first light I’ll be loaded up,
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| Sail again across the saltbush sea.
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| Tomorrow I’ll be gone again
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| Alone with my fully loaded train
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| The farewells are behind me,
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| And it might be 12 months 'ere I call again
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| But there’s a bond that ties me to
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| The people of beyond the saltbush sea
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| It’s the bond of the outback
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| That makes them like a family to me
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| I’ve got no family of my own,
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| This old drivers always been, a rolling stone
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| But there’s always some waiting,
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| Waiting there beyond the saltbush sea
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| Oh no matter how long I’ve been gone,
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| They’ve always got the billy on
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| Waiting like a family for me
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| Waiting like a family for me. |