| The road up here is rough and bumpy.
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| Driving up to the cyclone country,
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| Hanging out where the wild wind blows.
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| I wonder if I’ll ever see the sun no more.
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| I wonder… I wonder now,
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| Everything that moves will get wet,
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| Soaking to the bone like you’ll never forget.
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| Rain crashing down on the big red roof,
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| I hope that the thing will stay waterproof.
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| Riding out the hard rain,
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| Red mud flying in a four-wheeled drive,
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| Surfing down the whirlwind
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| Wonder if I’ll ever survive? |
| … Cyclone Country
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| Young man, old man all the same,
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| Mighty heavy weight, can you bare the strain?
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| Cold water wakes you up with a blast,
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| And the snake bites at you but you’re too fast.
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| Riding out the hard rain,
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| Red mud flying in a four-wheeled drive,
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| Surfing down the whirlwind
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| Wonder if I’ll ever survive? |
| … Cyclone Country
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| Dead quiet in the eye of the storm,
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| Never even know if a new day’s dawned,
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| Who cares anyway, nobody knows,
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| Where the storm comes from and where it all goes.
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| Riding out the hard rain,
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| Red mud flying in a four-wheeled drive,
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| Surfing down the whirlwind
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| Wonder if I’ll ever survive? |
| …
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| Riding out the hard rain,
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| Red mud flying in a four-wheeled drive,
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| Surfing down the whirlwind
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| Wonder if I’ll ever survive? |
| … Cyclone Country |