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I've travelled across the country |
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On every beaten track |
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From the sugar cane to the Nullabor Plain |
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And I've been to Burke and back |
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But there's nothing I like better |
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Just before Australia Day |
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Than heading down the New England Highway |
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Got my boots on, got my hat on |
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Got my old guitar and a new song |
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For a week I'll be where I belong |
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With the big stars, Golden Guitars |
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Dream will be ours some day |
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Cruising the New England Highway |
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They'll be busking down on Peel Street |
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Looking for a lucky break |
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There's the chook man and the one man band |
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And Slim Dusty's in the Cavalcade |
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There's nothing I like better |
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Just before Australia Day |
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Than heading down the New England Highway |
