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Rodeo Rider
03:53
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Rodeo is back in town
Cowboys ready to ride
Bull and the broncs chock full of grain
They’re gonna buck with pride
People in the town people on the land wearing
Hats belts buckles and boots
They’re goin out to have a great time
When they fire out the chutes
Chorus
Yeah Rodeo Rider gates gonna open
Boney hands wrapped up in rope
Eight seconds an eternity
I don’t give em any hope
Cowboys will ride ‘em kick ‘em and hold on
Then get dusted down
They go so high when they look around
See water towers in the town
Bulls and the broncs there for buckability
They’re firey stubborn and proud
They got a little unpredictability
Maybe buck ‘em to the crowd
Chorus 2 (replace last line)
Yeah I’d give ‘em a bit of hope
Another year slips by
Like the flick of a tail
How can 8 seconds take forever
On the rodeo trail
Kids on their poddies popped up like popcorn
Grandad grinning ear to ear
Grandma doesn’t get the funny side
Crowd are poppin more beer
Clowns dancing on their wits and their toes
Never showing any fear
They know they’ll all be coming back again
Same time and place next year
Chorus 3 (replace last line)
Why don’t we give ‘em some hope
Chorus 4(replace last line)
Why don’t we give ‘em some hope
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Billy loved Sal Sally kinda loved Bill
A day at the bay was their kinda thrill
Billy said Sal when I’m dreaming of you
Your eyes are like water a beautiful blue
You float me boat was Bill’s favourite line
Billy was floating in rhythm and rhyme
Sally wasn’t sure she had time on her side
Bill was like the force of an incoming tide
Bill you’re a big boat sometimes no rudder
Sometimes I love ya sometimes I shudder
Bill you’re the wind filling a sail
Making waves like a force ten gale
Then Billy started singing
Chorus
You be the water I’ll be the wind
We can make waves together
Or I’ll be the water you be the wind
We can make waves forever
Sally asked Bill to meet her Mum and Dad
At Christmas at their Coochie Mudlo pad
Bill wear your best thongs give them a scrub
Wear your best shirt and stay out of the mud
Billy shone through by humming his tune
With Sally below the Coochie Mudlo moon
And they were singing
Chorus
Now ten years on they’re sailing along
Two kids and a dog growing up strong
Christmas Poinciana’s blossom in red
Bill’s lucky thongs are under his bed
Ollie and Jessa at the bay for a swim
Together at Christmas you’ll hear them sing
Yeah they were singing
Chorus Chorus
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3. |
Cyclone Kim
02:46
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News blew down from the Cape
Bigger bite than a king brown snake
She’ll make you mad men turn wild
Grown men like a little child
Batten down bolt the door
Gonna be action like never before
Rolled into Cairns Saturday night
It’s gonna happen get ready to fight
Hear her coming hear the roar
Get ready there’s trouble in store
She’s bad exciting so hang on tight
Don’t ever let her get you in her death adder bite
Chorus
Cyclone Kim … closing in
Cyclone Kim … coming in
Cyclone Kim … closing in
Cyclone Kim … coming in
Kim is a maniac hey ‘bout to hit town
Wild seas Townsville to Brissie
Danger in the country and city
Not safe to go down town
Not safe to hang around
Meaner than a python smiling at your door
Wrap around your body drag you to the floor
State leader is talking on TV
Kim is dangerous better believe me
Wave riders no hesitation
They’re all smiles in anticipation
Rising like a taipan taking a stand
Pick you up ‘n belt you into sand
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4. |
Old Grey Man
03:22
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Old grey man with the gunny sack
Stationed himself by the railroad track
Plays for a zac on an old tin fife
Days of glory days of life
Old grey dog by the old tin can
Wearied of life wearied of man
Suns himself by a bottle tree
Knows about you knows about me
War came along like a lightning rod
Fires the soul and the soldiers plod
He sinks to the bottom of the sea
Out of reach for you and me
In the river of life they don’t seem much
Two specs of silt we do not touch
Playing for a zac by a bottle tree
Out of reach for you and me
Old grey man with the gunny sack
Stationed himself by a bronzed Anzac
Making a quid on an old tin fife
Days of glory days of life
Some of them old diggers yeah they paid a price
Remembering mates bringing freedom with their life
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5. |
When the River was Ours
05:19
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Another week-end coming up hear the river calling
Check the gear watch the tide feel a new wind rustling
Will she blow or will she drop northerly or sou-east
Will we sail the Island Plantation or the Granville reach
Shackle spanner round my neck put on the old tennis shoes
The flannel shirt and floppy hat we’re not going out to lose
Rig the boat, hoist the sail launching at the staging
Mary River waiting there gentle push and we’re sailing.
Chorus
When the river was ours we were sailing
When the river was ours we were racing
When the river was ours we had the time of our life
Sailing neatly round the buoys and nailing every gybe
Counting down, the flags drop we’re tacking hanging out
Starboard was that Boge’s voice another boat slams about
Round the first buoy hoist the kite grab a drink and relax
Hey how come Brenley’s way ahead always knows when to tack
The second punch all spread out here come the 16 footers
Johnny Duffield’s in front again going like a bullet
This bloke’s a sailing magician always on the attack
Never mind, we’ll peg him back with next week handicap
Chorus
There was Jabo and Taboo Bata Scout and Moonaboola
Who Cares and Dividend Golden Orange and Kinkuna
Our boats were like your best friend faithful and so cool
We learned things at the sailing club you never learned at school
Sometimes there were reminders of lovers the night before
They too liked the river bank as they practised on the shore
They seemed to like the night time we practised in the day
We were lovers of a river forever and a day
Chorus
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6. |
Blue Sky Baby
03:43
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Things can go right things can go wrong
Things can blow up or they can drift along
Some days are good some make you sad
Some days can take forever
You wish you never had
When I’m with you everything is ok
You’re my blue sky baby on a blue sky day
Things can get tough things can go bad
Things can fall in place or drive you mad
Some nights are fast some nights are slow
Some nights can take forever
You wish they never show
When I’m with you everything is ok
You’re a blue sky baby on a blue sky day
Chorus
Blue sky blue sky baby
Blue sky blue sky baby
When I’m with you everything is ok
You’re my blue sky baby on a blue sky day
At the sunset and the sunrise
Love’s light shining in your eyes
At the sunset and the sunrise
You’re my camouflage, my disguise
You can give up or you can try
You’re feeling dynamite and blown sky high
Some days drag some days glow
Some days I wonder all I really know
When I’m with you everything is ok
You’re my blue sky baby on a blue sky day
Chorus
Things can go right things can go wrong
Things can blow up or they can drift along
Some days are good some make you sad
Some days can take forever
You wish you never had
When I’m with you everything is ok
You’re my blue sky baby on a blue sky day
Chorus
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7. |
Thank You Gac
02:16
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My name is Kyra I gave Gac her name
My name is Seth reading is my game
I am Annabelle I swim and sing
Hi I’m Jessa I do everything
Chorus
Thank-you Gac helping us along
Thank-you Gac making us strong
Thank-you Gac helping us swim
We’re all connected by invisible string
My name is Ollie I’m a soccer gun
My name is Charlie I love having fun
My name is Layla I love Gac
My brother Callan dog duck Gac
Chorus
We all want to be the best we can
We all want to belong to the clan
We want to swim ride and run
Thanks Gac sharing our fun
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8. |
Country Kinda Love
05:59
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Lightning killed great granddad Arch New Years eve 1900
The blinding bang flattened his boys inside the open door shed
Son Alexander married Honor – the wind in their sails
Freda Ege Eunice Jack were born near Crookwell New South Wales
Chorus
Our family tree kept growing bigger than a Moreton Bay Fig
More like a scrub some scrawny ones some big
Could say we`re scrubbers could say like a stud
Rolling generations with a - country kinda love a country kinda love
Blood infection claimed poor Honor so Alex packed up the kids
Aunty Lizzie helped ’em wander north to find a new place to live
In brigalow scrub near Dulacca where prickly pear was thick
1910 they started to carve out a new life in the sticks
Alexander struck a heart of gold young Edith Cunnington
Soft as a pillow solid as a rock - she was a special one
Yeah they were married in Dalby – a time to pray and dream
Ethel Florrie soon came along then Lloyda Milt and Win
Chorus
Archie Ruth and Gwen arriving made one fair dozen
Some babies didn’t make it through not for a lack of lovin
The years rolled along mother nature played her hand
One by one they married spreading over our golden land.
World War II hit like a storm, families helped each other
The little cousins got together playing with one another
When the war was over the breeding picked up pace
Curly haired kids were popping out running all over the place
Chorus
100 years on we’re connected - by blood some by love
Some connected by beliefs and some by the grace above
Some of us mourn loved ones whose spirit never dies
We dig the earth we drink the water we saviour our blue skies
Been around the world a coupla times the changes never end
Looking and back and forward do you see the straights and bends
Do we feel good fortune are we blessed and are we strong
What are families for if we don’t help when things go wrong
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Bauxite to Gold
03:05
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1n 1961 the Weipa mines had just begun
100 men were breaking their backs
To lead us down the bauxite track
Refrain
We’ll dig the bauxite from the ground
Ship it down to Gladstone town
Smelt it belt it paint it tan
Send it back as a XXXX can
In 1978 10 million tonnes we mined me mate
The record stands until this day
Hard it will be to take away
Refrain
In 1982 times were tough for me and you
The spirit of those that went before
Helped us all to give some more
Refrain
In 1995 those of us who still survive
Will follow the rise of Weipa again
Like hardy folk way back then
Refrain
Bauxite to gold
We’ll dig the bauxite from the ground
Bauxite to gold
Ship it down to Gladstone town
Bauxite to gold
Smelt it belt it paint it tan
Send it back as a XXXX can
Refrain We’ll we’ll we’ll we’ll
Bauxite to gold
We’ll dig the bauxite from the ground
Bauxite to gold
Ship it down to Gladstone town
Bauxite to gold
Smelt it belt it paint it tan
Send it back as a XXXX can
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10. |
Give the Ball to Coffey
03:22
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You’ve been told till your ears went cold
That there’s 43 beans to the cup
I’m telling you they made a hell of a blue
They’re doing their best to try to mess you up
When you see the Coffey
We got going for the Moranbah Nuggetts
He’s more like 40 ponds of ANFO
Detonated fused and waiting to blow.
Chorus
Give the ball to Coffey
Cos Coffey aint no mug
There’s no cooling Coffey
Even when you stick him in the mud
(No one’s game to stick him in the mud)
Just about every second Sunday
Load the bus and we head down the track
I’m telling you that it’s a hell of a do
We’re lucky that we ever make it back
When you see a Nuggett
Battling his way at work every single Monday
Although you know he seldom loses
Just tell him Coffey’s really good for the bruises
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Jackie Howe sheared 300 sheep in a single day
Working through an aching back sweating for his pay
Gun cane cutters down sugarbag road cut 40 ton
Steel backs leather hands slogging in the sun
Chorus
I’m feeling slow trying to run
I’m feeling green weighing a ton
I’m in the shadows looking for sun
I’m on the green side green side of a gun
George Miller from Chinchilla made brilliant flicks
Geoffrey Rush from the Darling Downs had all the tricks
Young men from the small towns giving it a burl
Two great movie guns taking on the world
Chorus
Every generation has to find their solution on the run
Every person trying to find some constitution like a son of a gun
Don Walker Paul Kelly story tellers in song
Bout everyday people fragile and strong
Songs there forever victory and strife
Gun writers great songs songs of life
Chorus
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Ken McDonald Music Brisbane, Australia
G’day, I am Ken McDonald, a singer songwriter who has been writing songs for over 40 years. I started recording albums for
fun about 10 years ago. I have completed five albums, some with the help of family and friends.
All the best,
Ken
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