Living in Town Colin Buchanan

brides 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

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.

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 ...

The Birdsville Races Colin Buchanan

Now folk's will tell you Birdsville is a little town You'd miss it if you blink But I took a trip out that way And it's not the sort of town Most people think ....

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

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 week And there’s contractors rolling through town

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

The Bimbi Talent Quest Colin Buchanan

Turn the houselights down The audience is seated What’s going to hit this town tonight Will never be repeated They’ve dome from all around the joint To try and be the best At the Annual Bimbi Amateur

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

Thinking of You Colin Buchanan

The rain drifted onto the range from the west The town took a shower that settled the dust And the last of the sun was just breaking through ... When I started thinking of you ... 2.

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

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

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

Farm Cars Colin Buchanan

Those overheating, flat battery Gut thrasher, paddock-basher farm cars CHORUS They’re looking like they’re living on borrowed time, They sound just a little bit past their prime.

Chook Colin Buchanan

While Chook was busy I got a coffee Asked the bussies to fill me in Jethro from the big white coach Gave a crooked grin "Chook meets the busses. Picks up rubbish.

Edge of the Kimberley Colin Buchanan

the runabout, Top up the jerry can Those rusty ranges keep calling me From wherever I am To the edge of the Kimberley And at Kununurra well we knocked around Climbed Kelly's Knob on the edge of town

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

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

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

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

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

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

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?

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

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 ...

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

Sons of the Country Colin Buchanan

Sons of the country Daughters of the land All those precious memories running in your blood Of the hometowns in the heartland and the distant bush you love Sons of the country Daughters of the land

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

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

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

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

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

The Wanaaring Road Colin Buchanan

A Wanaaring lass named Nancy Blacker Was ten months gone when labour came The boy was born in the family Falcon Delivered by the Wanaaring Road Chorus

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...

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...

The messiah will come again Roy Buchanan

There was a town It was a strange little town they called the world It was a lonely,lonely little town Till one day a stranger appeared Their hearts rejoicied and this sad little town was happy

The messiah will come again Roy Buchanan

There was a town It was a strange little town they called the world It was a lonely,lonely little town Till one day a stranger appeared Their hearts rejoicied and this sad little town was

messiah will come again Roy Buchanan

MESSIAH WILL COME AGAIN - Roy Buchanan - Just a smile Just a glance The Prince of Darkness he just walked past There's been a lot of people they've had a lot to say But this time I'm gonna

messiah will come again Roy Buchanan

MESSIAH WILL COME AGAIN - Roy Buchanan - Just a smile Just a glance The Prince of Darkness he just walked past There's been a lot of people they've had a lot to say But this time I'm gonna

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

Hey Joe Roy Buchanan

Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun of your hand Hey Joe, I said where you goin' with that gun in your hand, oh I'm goin' down to shoot my old lady You know I caught her messin' 'round with another