Prettiest Girl In The Kimberley - John Williamson

Where is the glory when war is won

A man hits the bottle and belts his son

So I ran away to the Cattle Run

Where I learned to fight and swallow rum

And I learned to go barefoot you see

Just like an Aborigine

For one of their tribe belonged to me

The Prettiest Girl in the Kimberley

Oooh.

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But I could not marry the girl I adore

Black and white was against the law

They chain you up to a Boab Tree

For kissing an Aborigine

But a ringer’s heart is immune to pain

A bull rips your leg and you carry on

You clench your teeth and you cry alone

And ride for a week till the poison’s gone

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But me and my dog we’re not alone

The Pension provides us with beef and a bone

I’ve given up drifting and drinking rum

We’re up and about before the sun

And I can still quarter a beast in a dash

Have your freezer full of spare ribs in a flash

And I still dream of the one for me

The Prettiest Girl in the Kimberley

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Yes I still dream of the one for me

The Prettiest Girl in the Kimberley