Russell Morris

Birdsville

Russell Morris


Tom: A

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Sitting on the sack with a cat on my lap, when I heard the screen door slam
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Next thing you know, she's driving down the road,  taking the Kombi Van
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Cried me a river,   cried all night long
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Left me no, not a glimmer of hope, saying I'm out of this dump I'm gone

[Chorus]

            B7                            A
Stick your honey-moon shack,  they don't call this living
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Out here at the back of the Birdsville Track

[Verse]

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Well I've never been driven,  when it comes to women
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They always get the better of me,  stockman at best
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I come from the West,  they always turn around and leave
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Tired of living,  swallowing dust and sand and flies
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Don't take long I’ll do the city run,  to find a soph-ophisticated guy

[Chorus]

            B7                            A
Stick your honey-moon shack,  they don't call this living
     A7                      E7              Edim7
Out here at the back of the Birdsville Track

[Bridge]

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Well I mailed my letter from the general store and an answer did come back
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From the sweetest thing you ever did see, sent her photograph
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Well I found her in the lonely hearts of a country magazine
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Good things come to those who wait, better than never, its better to leave

[Solo]

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[Verse]

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Well one of these days, I'll find me a babe, that loves this out-back life
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And this one that's coming could be the woman,  and maybe she's just right
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Hide in the desert, we'll be counting all the stars
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Holding me tight, all through the night,  it never would be so hard

[Chorus]

           B7                       A
Love that honey-moon shack,  we’ll call this living
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Out here at the back of the Birdsville Track
           B7                       A
Love that honey-moon shack,  we’ll call this living
     A7                      E7             Edim7
Out here at the back of the Birdsville Track
           B7                       A
Love that honey-moon shack,  we’ll call this living
     A7                      E7             Edim7
Out here at the back of the Birdsville Track
           B7                       A
Love that honey-moon shack,  we’ll call this living
     A7                      E7
Out here at the back of the Birdsville Track