He was knocking a ball against a tank stand with a stump
who could have guessed what that country boy would become
with the crack of leather on willow
a nation called his name
and the Bradman boy from Bowral
became the greatest in the game
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they don?t make ?em like that any more
they don?t make ?em like that any more
he counted the cost and gave it all
they don?t make ?em like they did back then
keep getting up again and again
they just don?t make ?em like that anymore
The Kirkpatrick boy watched the Nulla Creek flow by
as he sang a song about another wet July
countless tunes and miles and mates and dusty roads have passed
that boy?s become a legend with his hat and his guitar
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