In His Blood Colin Buchanan

It’s an early start but that’s nothing new Making tracks through the heavy dew He’s got black dog Betty Man’s best friend Get the ewes in the yard Get the wethers penned CHORUS Tony sees the

Sons of the Country Colin Buchanan

He drives a red and yellow taxi down George Street He knows this city like it was his own But he talks about a life beyond the ranges And he dreams about the big sky of home Chorus...

Kurrajong Colin Buchanan

In his annexe made of besser bricks and corrugated iron I can hear the roar of footy on a Saturday afternoon Kurrajong’s got his slippers on and he sips a mug of coffee And he’s glad to share the

Uncle Viv Colin Buchanan

Just what got me in I’m not quite sure, The hat with the Legacy badges Or the tales about the war?

Rocko Colin Buchanan

We searched out a quiet corner of the Middle Bre Hotel A couple of dudes from out of town and it wasn't hard to tell A fella with an old guitar Who'd been playing in the public bar Gave a gappy smile

When it rained Colin Buchanan

He moved away to college And he made some city friends Who’d only seen in picture books What he’d done on the land And the lazy small-town goings-on Seemed to lose their glow But once it’s in your

The Measure of a Man Colin Buchanan

Chorus The measure of a man isn't found In the dollars in his pocket Or in where he lives in town It's what lies deep within Past the colour of his skin When we look there we begin to understand

Chook Colin Buchanan

I wandered up, made his acquaintance He pushed his glasses up on his nose He kicked the tyres on his six-wheeled pushbike And rubbed his aching toes "Got a flat. Flamin' catheads."

Adelago Colin Buchanan

Cockatoos call in the morning Surf crashes on the golden sand It's 5 hours from the dust and the paddocks On the edge of the big brown land He's missing that farm under Sugarloaf Mountain There's

Handyman Colin Buchanan

Alex and his brother Paul Put a power point in the wall A simple job, no need for brains They wired it up, turned on the mains Now all that’s left are charred remains Anyone can be a handyman ...

That Old Caravan Colin Buchanan

They hitched up that old caravan in 1963 They drove a big black Zephyr They were young and they were free Pointed southwards with a tailwind And no particular plan Just a young bloke and his new

The Bimbi Talent Quest Colin Buchanan

tonight Will never be repeated They’ve dome from all around the joint To try and be the best At the Annual Bimbi Amateur Talent Quest They planned to use the local hall to stage the big event But in

He Waits Colin Buchanan

They met in the summer of 1958, A hometown girl with stars in her eyes He came from out of town to work in the mill, She found what she was looking for And he, he found a wife.

Harvest Colin Buchanan

The crops have just started to turn golden brown, Patches of green on retreat The last of the spring rains have swollen the grain Harvest will soon be here Ron took delivery of his header last

The Birdsville Races Colin Buchanan

They told me just a hundred people Make this little town their humble home But as I came in from Bedourie I found I most certainly was not alone Chorus They're 30 deep in the street By the pub

The Wanaaring Road Colin Buchanan

Old Bob McLeod's been driving road trains From dusty stations all out that way He's got bad teeth cause all his fillings Have rattled loose on the Wanaaring Road Chorus 4.

Singlets Blue Colin Buchanan

wethers buck and kick and pull; Double money for an angry ram, An aching back from a gentle lamb And eyes peeled for a bare-bellied ewes CHORUS So bend that back, Shear that wool, It’s forty in

Frank the Scab Colin Buchanan

Frank had 7 kids and a 20 stone wife They lived on the frowned on side of town A simple sort of life He’s had a council job since ‘74 Kept the food in the belly and the wolf from the door And gave

Living in Town Colin Buchanan

You took the good with the bad And watched the boys growing - They soon would be men But their lives were their own No heart for farming And a beckoning road ... they left you CHORUS Living in

Jingle Bells Colin Buchanan

Dashing through the bush In a rusty Holden ute Kicking up the dust Esky in the boot Kelpie by my side Singing Christmas songs It’s summertime and I am in My singlet, shorts and thongs CHORUS

Tough Job Colin Buchanan

Heading road trains west of the Warrego River Pigging in the lyginum on the Barcoo Drilling for oil in the Strezleki Desert Or shipping the wool clip out Pokataroo Chorus...

Come What May Colin Buchanan

And we're not entirely certain just how the fires began But when the flames had finally passed And we saw all that we’d lost We weren’t about to bid it all farewell Cos there’s been fire before in

North Bourke Bridge Colin Buchanan

There’s sunshine in the south-east There’s rain to the north-westAnd Gundabooka’s brewing up a storm The sleeping Bogan River Winds its gentle track And the locals said they knew that I’d be back

Fields of Green Colin Buchanan

Let it be our little secret, my love This pledge that no witness shall see This promise of love that will live though we part Declared in these fields of green Let only these clouds cast their shadows

By the Barwon Colin Buchanan

It was a week of weather over 40 The dogs were panting in the peppercorn shade The heat was roasting the little town By the Barwon 2.

The Heroes of the Flames Colin Buchanan

In the bush and in the suburbs We watched the tragedy unfold For every tale of courage A thousand went untold Battered and exhausted Caked in dirt and sweat Relentless in the battle Saving others

Jincumbilly Colin Buchanan

There's no train into Jincumbilly There's no cattle in the yard There's no shearers standing Smoking on the platform Taking in the sunshine with the guard There's no work gang there at Jincumbilly

Smaller Every Year Colin Buchanan

There were young folk In the church hall In the old days They packed them in There was laughter There was singing It's a different story now ...

Here One Moment Colin Buchanan

I love this house I built this house We raised our children here The walls have shared the tumult In the passing of the years But we lost it all last Saturday In the crackle and the roar Our home

No Place like Home Colin Buchanan

The moon lit the mountains bathed them in light The patchwork of paddocks spread forth in the night And whatever it was that had drawn him away Was forgotten, was gone...

Progress Colin Buchanan

I’ve seen the struggle of the daring ones Seen the work wrought with calloused hands Seen a world that clung so desperately In days that now have passed I’ve seen the rusting iron once so proud

Thinking of You Colin Buchanan

We turned off the dirt out near Mount Kaputar Ate Bingara rolls in the shade by the car We soaked in the creek And as I took in the view I started thinking of you Chorus 4.

At Kalulah Colin Buchanan

It grew darker at Kalulah I could see the rain on Flat Rock Biggest storm in such a long time Birds were flying to their nests Chorus We've had some big storms lately There've been dark clouds

Paradise Colin Buchanan

country change from slopes to plains Stands of yellowbox Turned to Mallee green and grey And her beauty kept unfolding that day Chorus She is cruel She is tender She'll leave you open-mouthed in

Runaway Train Colin Buchanan

They were still bagging grain when the train pulled in He was a hardworkin' fella with a knockabout grin And the boss' daughter took a shine to him And they were off like a runaway train Close the

Hard Times Colin Buchanan

Nearly broke old Dom’s heart To choose the sheep And set them apart He heard the shots He just couldn’t watch Hard times on the land Ian ploughed the cabbages in Prices were bad He just couldn

Out West of the Mighty Darling Colin Buchanan

Out west of the mighty Darling Where the big bomboras blow And turn daylight to the black of night In half an hour or so And you race for the nearest shelter From dust like rusty snow Out west of

The House on Fishy Lake Road Colin Buchanan

cold Whisper it softly let it unfold And tell me the story of The house on Fishy Lake Road And what of the ones who lived here You sheltered through weal and through woe The souls that drew breath in

Silver Bullet Colin Buchanan

understand It blown away and overcome By the silver bullet and the loaded gun We've fed the lambs by hand The boys have run the shed We’ve given all we could Now half the flock is dead Years of hope in

Tears On The Phone Colin Buchanan

Tears on the phone And I wish that I could hold you And we both feel so distant and alone Once again There are Tears on the phone It's Sunday night I'm back in this town There's not a whole lot

Without You Colin Buchanan

No crack of a stockwhip No drumming of hoofbeats In less than a moment she knew No desperate embracing No passionate whisper O how can I live one more night without you? Chorus...

Farm Cars Colin Buchanan

In a flow-through, dust blown Gut thrasher paddock-basher farm car Got the scars Battered round the edges Poor old cars Been put through the wringer Driven through fences Driven into ditches

Edge of the Kimberley Colin Buchanan

Take the Sunset strip out of Timber Creek Past the boab tree and the rusty peak A couple of hours and you're going to be On the edge of the Kimberley Took a tinny on the Ord to Ivanhoe Barramundi ...

The Local District Show Colin Buchanan

Rams and jams, bulls and biscuits Crafts and cattle, sheep and shortbread Brought before the steward’s gaze Stock and produce, craft displays It’s a day when people have a go It’s the local distri...

Missin' Slim Lee Kernaghan, Colin Buchanan

Davey has a photo From the day they met Slim Dusty It hangs beneath the longhorns in a simple timber frame And I dont know who is prouder Davey or his old man But you can see in in their faces and the

Black Autumn Roy Buchanan

would spin the other way Silver mantles speak the shouting Talking loud but saying nothing Sounds of hungry children crying Drowned out by cannon firing As the giant with the passing face manipulates his

Colin Zeal Blur

Colin Zeal knows the value of mass appeal He's a pedestrian walker, he's a civil talker He's an affable man with a plausible plan Keeps his eye on the news, keeps his future in hand (And then

Colin Zeal Blur

Colin Zeal knows the value of mass appeal He's a pedestrian walker, he's a civil talker He's an affable man with a plausible plan Keeps his eye on the news, keeps his future in hand (And

The Story Of Isaac Roy Buchanan

Well, the door it opened slowly, My father he came in, I was nine years old. And he stood so tall above me, And his blue eyes they were shining And his voice was very cold.

Red Right Ankle Colin Meloy

symmetry And whatever differences our lives have been We together make a limb This is the story of your red right ankle This is the story of your gypsy uncle You never knew 'cause he was dead And how his