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Adam Brand (1998)
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My Uncle Pete was a trucker
Riding that Nullarbor Plain
Ten split gears and an overdrive
Chrome stacks shooting out flames

He'd throw me up into the cab
My little hands would grip the wheel
I would dream about the day
I could drive that rig for real

Rolling, rolling, rolling around the world
Ten years old and ten feet tall, waving goodbye to
The girl next door
Rolling, rolling, today I'm the king of my street,
I got my sleeves rolled up and my arm hanging out
As I drive off with Uncle Pete
As I drive off with Uncle Pete

Heading west on highway one
My eyes are glued to the road
The two-way always in my hand
"Little Buddy" that's my code

We pull into Micks for a pie and chips
Not a brussel sprout in sight
Some yarns to spin as we listen to
Slim Then we drive into the night

If I had one wish I'd wanna be,
If I had one wish I'd wanna be,

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Well I've never loved another like I love you
You taught this cheating heart to want to stay at home
And now I know that I could never live without you
If I ever thought I could I was wrong

My heart was bleeding and my pride was all bruised
I threw caution to the wind, I had nothing left to lose
My days of running wild and no one to care for
I've left them all way behind and now
I'm knocking down your front door

My friends keep telling me that it'll never last
This crazy loving feeling, soon it's gonna pass
But day by day it's getting stronger than before

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Grandpa had a piano it was built in 1904
He brought it down from Sydney town before the First World War
He'd sit down and crack his knuckles put his glasses on his head
When he'd start to play the cat would run and hide behind the bed

Well his right foot stomped the pedals and his left foot stomped the floor
His wrinkled hands would skip the keys that wouldn't play no more
He'd play Onward Christian Soldiers and the window panes would shake
When the man of 87 played his old 88

The piano sat in a corner on a sagging hardwood floor
On top was a frame I made for him with a picture of the Lord.
A faded baptist hymnal took it's place above the keys
We'd take turns sitting by him he'd nod we'd turn the page

Well the old piano's silent now it don't ring with joy no more
Except sometimes when the cat jumps down when there's someone at the door
I can see him up in heaven with a smile upon his face

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We'd better stop before we go
Look to the left and right and go a little slow
Take some time just to see If we are really meant to be
The whole world says it's you and me

Hey little girl when you talk that way
My minds made up and I have to say
You're the one I'm dreaming of
I finally find myself in love

All it takes is one kiss
To make my heart melt down like this
My walls come on down Like Jericho baby, you tore them down
You turned my world upside down

Frankie and Johnny, Jack and Dianne
Lois Lane and Superman
My pretty woman, my little white dove

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When I was a young man
My daddy told me A lesson he learned a long time ago
If you want to have someone to hold onto
You're gonna have to learn to let go

You gotta sing like you don't need the money
Love like you'll never get hurt
You gotta dance like there's nobody watching
It's gotta come from the heart
If you want it to work

Now here is the one thing I keep forgetting
When everything is falling apart
In life as in love I need to remember

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Well I really had a ball last night
I held all the pretty girls tight
I was feelin' single seein' double
I wound up in a whole lot of trouble
And today I'll face the big fight
But I really had a ball last night

When I came home from work this morning
My baby was feeling low
She told me what was on her mind
And she told me where I could go
I didn't go where she told me to
'Cause the water was cold in the lake
There's something fishy 'bout this whole deal
I don't know where I made my mistake

When I woke up this morning
Like me the sun was high
I started walking the long way home
Just to think of an alibi
I couldn't think of a single thing
That hadn't already been said
I might as well go out again

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That tinpot town went and spat me out
Onto that eastern track
My Dad he gave me a month or two
Before the city spat me back
A flat bed truck picked me up
And I crossed that great divide
I had 3 good days 'til I spent my pay
Now I'm on a downward slide

Oh I'm on a losing streak
Down a paddle I'm up the creek
Mercy be
I'm on a losing streak

The city don't place any worth
On a small town rouseabout
I've never seen so many folks
But so few who'll help you out
Got a kitchen job to earn a bob
Doing nine hours every night
I called my Dad about six weeks in

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There's a tyre on the rope above the swimming hole
Where Danny and Dave and Tim would go
Make up stories 'bout girls they know
Brothers and best friends
Now the dam's dried up and the rope is frayed
Danny and Dave they ran away
Timmy he just had to stay

'Cause he's the last man standing on this ground
He was raised on this land and he ain't leaving now
All the other boys have packed up and gone
Leaving him to carry on
"Cause he's the last man standing

Mama took a job at the General Store
Timmy built a ramp from the front porch door
"Cause Daddy can't do much round here anymore
He just sits and stares

And it breaks his heart not to lend a hand
He says "There's too much work for just one man"
Timmy says "Dad don't you understand?"

"Cause I'm the last man standing on the ground
I was raised on this land and I won't let you down

All your other boys have packed up and gone
You can count on me to carry on
"Cause I'm the last man standing

Sometimes late at night he dreams
Of places he won't see
But he says "All they've got is me"

Now he's the last man standing on this ground
He was raised on this land and he ain't leaving now
All the other boys have packed up and gone
Leaving him to carry on
He's the last man standing on this ground
He won't let his mama and his daddy down
All the other boys have packed up and gone
They can count on him to carry on

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I got a size two pair of boots
I ain't ever gonna sell them and that's the truth
They ain't for walking around this town on the ground
Special kind of shoes the best I've found

Well they're kinda small, there's a reason for that
They go with a jacket and an itty bitty hat
"Cause my boy's on his way and I can tell you for sure
He'll be driving girls wild by the time he's four

"Cause he'll rock like Elvis and sing like Jones
Born to be wild and bad to the bone
He'll have his mama's good looks, his daddy's keen eye
There ain't a bull alive he won't be able to ride

Well it happened like this without a word of a lie
One night while I was singing a lullaby
I had him in my name when I noticed that curl
That's when I realised my boy was a girl
Well she fits them boots, she looks real smart
That sweet little girl has stolen my heart
She's got her mama's good looks and you know
What that means

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Strap yourself in
Hang on for the ride
Dirts gonna fly
Grounds gonna shake tonight
You don't have to look far
"Cause it's right here in your back yard
There's a hundred tracks across our land
They call home this fearless band Of
Dirt Track cowboys

Dirt tracking Cowboys
Mudslinging Outlaws
This ain't no Hollywood star wars
It's the real deal open wheel
Dirt Track cowboys

There ain't nothing like
A big angry field
Tearing down the back straight
Wheel to wheel
He's got a big V8 underneath that hood
When the lights go green
Rushy's gonna scream
The wildest boys you ever have seen

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My mama told me not to play the guitar
Stuck in a bottle neck you won't get far
Hanging around with your sleeping in friends
Elegant women, here I go again

My mama told me early to bed
Early to rise is what she said
My mama told me to play the six string
My mama told me but here I go again

My mama told me go to church when
I'm able And never live a moment of sin
My mama told me not to gamble at the table
Daddy said I gotta win win win win
My mama told me not to play the guitar
See the world but you won't get far
Hanging around with your pool hall friends

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Here, here is where I was born
My father's son
In the heart of the country

Here I got my family tree
Deep down in me Still growing strong

But there, there are those city lights
Shining bright
Calling me

And there is where I got to go
Or I'll never know
Who I can be

Sometime between now and then
I'll find my way back home
But until you see me walking
Down that long and dusty road
I'll be somewhere between here and there

Here I've got a world I know
It may be slow
But it's true

And her I got my Ann-Marie
She needs me
And I need her too

But there, there are those city lights
Shining bright
Calling me

And though it's more that I can bear
I've got to go

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Joey lived a mile out a Southern Cross
Working on trucks for the local pit boss
Friday nights when he'd come to town
They'd all line up to see him lay some
Rubber down

Joey had a ute built in '74
With a 350 Chevy and 4 on the floor
Chrome wire wheels and customised back
He could run the main street ј mile in under 10 flat

Cause he's the king of the road out here
He's won four big Ford's and an old John Deer
He won the summer nationals twice
He's the king of the road out here on Friday nights

Was a summer's night and I remember it well
A city boy thought he had a story to tell
He had a turbo charged flash in the pan
He walked up to Joey and said hey
I hear you're the man

The whole town was there it was quite a scene
It was the biggest race there ever had been
That little car looked pretty in red
Now Joey's gran is driving it instead

You might have Brocky in the city spotlight
But you ain't ever seen Joey on a Friday night
Folks come a running from miles around

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Words cannot say
What I want them t say
To show how I feel
That my love is real
To hold you my love
Is all I can do
To make you see
You're the world to me

I would climb every mountain
I would sail every sea
There ain't a woman alive who could satisfy
The way you satisfy me
You're the source of my constant joy
And you work so tirelessly
I could never leave and I don't know how

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You're always in the fridge or on the phone
How the hell would you know you're never home
I go to work to keep this family fed
Good try pal but you won't even get out of bed

I can't believe you spent that much on shoes
Look I got them on sale and you'll never know the money I save you
So I s'pose you bought a bag a dress and a hat
Well you've got your race car want to talk about that

You look so darn cute when you get mad
It melts away my troubled heart
And you don't seem so bad
When I see that twinkle in your eye
We take the phone off the hook and put the kids to bed
Forget wheat we said and Love Away the night

You're always on the couch watching football
Bring me a beer and keep it down will ya
I don't want to miss the score
Just like you missed our anniversary
Well I'm sorry babe but you should have reminded me

You drive me insane
Babe don't ever change

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Precious Lord take my hand
Lead me on let me stand
For I am tired I am weak I am worn
Through the storms through the night
Lead me on to the light
Precious Lord take my hand and lead me home
Well I remember when I was a lad
Times were hard and things wee bad
There's a silver lining behind every cloud
Just poor people that's all we were
Trying to make a living out of outback dirt
We all get together in a circle and sing out
loud Daddy sand bass Mama sand tenor
Me and little brother would join right in there
Singing seem to help a trouble soul
One o these days it won't be long
We'll all join in this song
We'll all get together up yonder 'round the throne
No the circle won't be broken
Bye and Bye Lord Bye and Bye
Daddy sang bass Mama sang tenor
Me and little brother would join right in there

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I met her at a disco at the school of arts hotel
The kind of place that some girls won't attend
The moon shone over Edward Street and later I could tell
I'd never be a lonely man again.
In Charleville, In Charleville, there is a pretty little woman who'll says
she'll say I will
In Charleville, In Charleville, there is a pretty little woman who'll says
she'll say
I will We're gonna' have a wedding cake that's twenty layers high
Fifteen hundred family and friends
We'll cook ourselves a dozen lambs and drink the district dry
Whip around the hat and we'll start again.
In Charleville, In Charleville, there is a pretty little woman who'll says
she'll say I will
In Charleville, In Charleville, there is a pretty little woman who'll says
she'll say I will
And I've seen girls in Paris to humble any man, I've seen earls embarrassed by
models in Milan
I've seen enough to know the only girl I need to see is waiting back in

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I play an old guitar from nine 'till half past one
I'm just trying to make a living watching everyone else have fun
I don't miss much if it happens on the dance hall floor
I said mercy look what just walked through that door
Hello T-R-O-U-B-L-E
What in the world are you doing A-L-O-N-E
Hey good L-O-O-K-I-N-G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
I was a little bitty baby when my papa hit the skids
Mamma had a time trying to raise nine kids
She taught me not to stare cause it was impolite
She did the best she could trying to raise me right
But mama never taught me bout nothing like Y-O-U
I Bet your mama must have been a good lookin' honey too
Hey, good L-O-O-K-I-N-G
I smell T-R-O-U-B-L-E
You sweet talking sexy walkin honky tonkin' baby
The men are gonna' love you, the women are gonna' hate you
Reminding them of everything they're never gonna' be
It maybe the beginning of the world war three
'Cause the world ain't ready for nothing like Y-O-U
Bet your mama must have been a good looking honey too
Hey, good L-O-O-K-I-N-G

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