| Oh come let us wander,
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| Down the old bush track we’ll go,
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| Through the sandhills and the mulga,
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| Where the old man saltbush grows,
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| No more we plan to follow,
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| The life of a rolling stone,
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| So we’ll hit the road out yonder,
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| Down the dusty road to home.
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| Around the campfire yarning,
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| 'Neath the twinkling stars above,
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| We’ll wend our way together,
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| Back to the land we love,
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| As we gaze into the distance,
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| And feel we’re not alone,
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| This helps us face the hardships,
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| Down the dusty road to home.
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| We’re finished with the town life,
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| And the traffic’s constant roar,
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| So now we’ll head out westward
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| And we’ll settledown once more,
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| Out along that old brown river,
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| Where the 'roo and emu roam,
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| And the tall gums bid us welcome
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| Down the dusty road to home.
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| To see again those storm clouds,
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| Gather from the western sky,
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| And break across the desert
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| As it quickly passes by.
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| A distant swirling dust haze,
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| Where a mob of cattle roam,
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| They beckon us to wander,
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| Down the dusty road to home.
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| Our hearts are in this country,
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| Where droughts strikes hard and fast,
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| Where the spirit of it’s people,
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| Always hangs on to the last,
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| We see the heat wave rising,
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| Out across the golden loam,
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| No more we’ll need to wander,
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| Down the dusty road to home.
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| So come let us wander,
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| Down the old bush track we’ll go,
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| Through the sand hills and the mulga,
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| Where the old man saltbush grows,
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| No more we plan to follow,
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| The life of a rolling stone,
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| So we hit the road out yonder,
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| Down the dusty road to home |