| Down at the woolshed you’ll find me,
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| Down at the woolshed’s the place to be,
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| Nobody’s singin' out «Wool away.»
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| They’re all just dancin' 'til the break of day.
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| Once the old woolshed used to ring,
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| To the sound of the shearing in full swing,
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| Rouse-about runs to the shearers shout,
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| «Tar here boy and be quick about it,»
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| Not any more all the sheep are gone,
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| The woolshed rings to a country song,
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| Old bush dancin' and the singing too,
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| Concertina and a fiddle tune,(Hey)
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| Down at the woolshed you’ll find me,
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| Down at the woolshed’s the place to be,
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| Nobody ever wants to go to bed,
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| There’s too much on at the old woolshed.
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| Ho!
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| Instrumental
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| Down at the woolshed things have changed,
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| But all the good times are still the same,
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| There’s a different style to the dancin' now,
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| The music playin' has a different sound,
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| Down to the woolshed come with me,
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| Down at the woolshed I want to be,
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| Put on your jeans or your ole mole skins,
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| Be ready to dance and ready to sing,
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| To a cage an' fiddle and a guitar now,
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| Get in mind with the rest of the crowd,
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| And that’s stick sides on cowboy boots,
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| Dance to the band, don’t give two hoots.
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| Hup!
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| Instrumental
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| Down at the woolshed you’ll find me,
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| Down at the woolshed’s the place to be,
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| Nobody’s singin' out «Wool away.»
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| We’re all just dancin' 'til the break of day.
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| Down at the woolshed you’ll find me,
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| Down at the woolshed’s the place to be,
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| Nobody ever wants to go to bed,
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| There’s too much on at the old woolshed.
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| Hup!
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| Hup!
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| Instrumental
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| Everybody… take your partners
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| Oh Yeah!
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| Laughter
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| Pause
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| Down at the woolshed you’ll find me,
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| Down at the woolshed’s the place to be,
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| Nobody ever wants to go to bed,
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| They’re all too much at the old woolshed.
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| Down at the woolshed you’ll find me,
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| Down at the woolshed’s the place to be,
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| Nobody ever wants to go to bed,
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| There’s too much on at the old woolshed. |
| Fade Out |