Lyrics Back At the Isa - John Williamson
Big
galvanised
roofs
and
monster
pipes
black
Pink
and
white
clouds
from
a
chimney
stack
Red
dust
and
hawks
in
the
wind
out
back
And
here
I
am
at
the
Isa
What
do
you
do
in
a
town
like
the
Isa
Retrenched
at
50
become
an
old
miser
Drink
yourself
blind
so
you're
none
the
wiser
Sit
at
home
with
the
race
form
and
whinge
Just
over
the
hill
in
his
own
backyard
The
landscape
becomes
a
picture
postcard
Where
the
colours
are
soft
but
the
life
is
hard
On
the
stations
here
at
the
Isa
Tonight's
the
night
of
the
rodeo
ball
Before
riders
and
bull
and
horses
stand
tall
While
out
in
the
park
some
black
people
sprawl
And
share
their
money
on
flagons
There's
so
much
more
to
be
understood
Before
coming
out
here
like
Robin
Hood
The
do-gooders
do
more
harm
than
good
Without
really
knowing
the
Isa
Through
the
Leichhardt
East
Where
fools
gold
flashes
Fossick
around
for
Maltese
Crosses
Flog
them
off
to
the
tourist
buses
See
ghost
gums
under
the
moon
Some
really
battle
some
make
do
The
luckier
ones
make
a
quid
and
pull
through
Some
perch
at
the
bar
like
a
caged
cockatoo
But
that's
nothing
new
at
the
Isa
And
it
takes
a
special
kind
of
girl
To
stay
out
here
in
this
rugged
world
Keep
your
dignity
when
the
oathes
are
hurled
I
pay
my
respects
to
you
And
I'll
raise
my
glass
to
an
outback
town
To
that
weathered
spirit
that
won't
back
down
It
takes
the
courage
of
a
rodeo
clown
To
stick
it
out
at
the
Isa
Big
galvanised
roofs
and
monster
pipes
black
Pink
and
white
clouds
from
a
chimney
stack
Red
dust
and
hawks
in
the
wind
out
back
And
here
I
am
at
the
Isa
Never
thought
I'd
return
to
this
lonely
track
And
here
I
am
back
at
the
Isa
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