Tom: A
Introdução:
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INTRO
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By a warm electric heater,
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In a softly padded chair,
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In a lounge room brightly lighted
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By a glowing chandelier.
Since my early days of drovin',
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The years have taken toll.
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But I somehow miss my swag wrap,
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By a fire of Gidgee coal.
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When I wake from sleep each morning
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And ring my bedside bell,
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The maid brings me my breakfast,
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And she fills my pipe as well.
There are cakes and sweetened coffee,
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On a tray of sparkling gold.
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But I miss black tea and damper,
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By a fire of Gidgee coal.
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INSTRUMENTAL
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I'm driven out each evening
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By a chaffeur spruce and neat,
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Through the flowered parks and gardens
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And the crowded city streets.
But I drift back through the ages,
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While the big car softly rolls.
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To a stock route and a wagonette,
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And a fire of Gidgee coal.
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I attend all social parties
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In the rich parts of town.
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Drinking wine from fancy glasses
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As the waiters go their rounds.
But I'd rather share a bottle
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With those drovin' mates of old.
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In a pair of dusty moleskins,
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By a fire of Gidgee coal.
Yes I'd rather share a bottle
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With those drovin' mates of old.
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In a pair of dusty moleskins,
E A D A E A
By a fire of Gidgee coal.