Текст песни As The Bush Becomes The Town - Slim Dusty
                                                Old 
                                                bloodwood 
                                                tree 
                                                at 
                                                last 
                                                you're 
                                                free
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                the 
                                                change 
                                                that's 
                                                comin' 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                were 
                                                felled 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                ground 
                                                by 
                                                    a 
                                                mean 
                                                chainsaw
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                you 
                                                kept 
                                                watch 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                hundred 
                                                years 
                                                or 
                                                more
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                your 
                                                silent 
                                                stance 
                                                while 
                                                the 
                                                river 
                                                danced
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                the 
                                                big 
                                                floods 
                                                used 
                                                to 
                                                rise
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                your 
                                                broken 
                                                limbs 
                                                the 
                                                wounds 
                                                are 
                                                scarred
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cyclones 
                                                tore 
                                                this 
                                                coast 
                                                apart
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                old 
                                                tree 
                                                they 
                                                are 
                                                lying 
                                                defeated 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                change
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                years 
                                                passed 
                                                more 
                                                quickly
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                we 
                                                reach 
                                                    a 
                                                greater 
                                                age
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                your 
                                                sap 
                                                is 
                                                slowly 
                                                bleeding
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                life 
                                                is 
                                                winding 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we're 
                                                strangers 
                                                scorned 
                                                where 
                                                we 
                                                were 
                                                born
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                bush 
                                                becomes 
                                                the 
                                                town
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                farms 
                                                that 
                                                grew 
                                                this 
                                                countries 
                                                food
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    a 
                                                drover 
                                                walked 
                                                his 
                                                mob
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                lanterns 
                                                glowed 
                                                in 
                                                old 
                                                bush 
                                                homes
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                    a 
                                                welcome 
                                                handshake 
                                                always 
                                                shows
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                rings 
                                                of 
                                                age 
                                                will 
                                                slowly 
                                                fade
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                fire 
                                                burns 
                                                your 
                                                brain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                coals 
                                                will 
                                                glow 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                hot 
                                                north 
                                                breeze
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                embers 
                                                dance 
                                                their 
                                                last 
                                                reprieve
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yes 
                                                old 
                                                tree 
                                                they 
                                                are 
                                                lying 
                                                defeated 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                change
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                years 
                                                passed 
                                                more 
                                                quickly
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                we 
                                                reach 
                                                    a 
                                                greater 
                                                age
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                your 
                                                sap 
                                                is 
                                                slowly 
                                                bleeding
 
                                    
                                
                                                Your 
                                                life 
                                                is 
                                                winding 
                                                down
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we're 
                                                strangers 
                                                scorned 
                                                where 
                                                we 
                                                were 
                                                born
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                the 
                                                bush 
                                                becomes 
                                                the 
                                                town
 
                                    
                                
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2 Rough Ridin' Rodeo
3 Who Wants Moss?
4 As The Bush Becomes The Town
5 My Heart's in Australia Now
6 I Won't Believe It's Never Gonna Rain
7 Old Rock 'N Roller
8 Joe Daly
9 Old Woolshed Ball
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11 Fifteen Hundred Head
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14 Country Way Of Life
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