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ABC Radio's Your Town, Your Song competition

Your Town, Your Song
Jul 30, 2010 Updated Jul 4, 2014

The judges have sung their way through more than 450 entries, championing towns right across Australia, and the winner is... David Crewe! Read his lyric and hear the moment we broke the news...

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Golden Guitar winning songwriter Ian Quinn will add a melody to David's lyrics, then Felicity Urquhart from Saturday Night Country will record the song for broadcast and digital download.

David will get to kick up his heels at the 2011 Tamworth Country Music Festival, with flights, accommodation and selected tickets (including seats at the Golden Guitar Awards) all taken care of.

He'll also be special guest at an exclusive ABC Radio concert, where Felicity will perform the song for the first time live onstage.

Here is David's winning lyric:

'The Magic of Maleny'
By David Crewe

There’s something in the air up here that seems to make you smile,
Not like the crowded city folk where smilin’s out of style.
So when you’re walking down the road strangers still hello you,
And the people in the shops and stores are pleased to get to know you.

I’ve travelled far and travelled wide, crossed every land and sea,
But there’s one place in this great big world that I would rather be.
No matter where I wander, no matter where I roam,
The green hills of Maleny are calling me come home.

Up here you’ll find the peacefulness that any man would seek,
Among the ancient forests and along the Obi creek.
When the sky comes dropping down the world can disappear,
Within the soft embrace of clouds you’ll know that heaven is near

I drink with men whose father’s father’s came here long ago,
To build a life that’s different with no pretentiousness or show.
Why I’m here I’m not so sure I know the reason why,
But there’s something about Maleny – can’t avoid it if you try.
Within this magic hinterland, the places I’ve explored,
I’ve come to think I’m living in the bosom of the Lord.

I’ve travelled far and travelled wide, crossed every land and sea
But there’s one place in this great big world that I would rather be
No matter where I wander, no matter where I roam
The green hills of Maleny are calling me come home

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Felicity Ann Urquhart (born 4 May 1976) is an Australian country music singer-songwriter, and a TV and radio presenter. Her single "Big Black Cloud", co-written with Randy Scruggs, reached No. 1 on Country Tracks National Top 30 Singles Chart in 2007. She has won numerous awards including a Centenary Medal in 2001 "For service to Australian society through country music". Urquhart married...

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On Dec 9, 2010. 7:50am
ann english said

I like the song by Alan Archer about Chinchilla. I live in the village of Whissonsett in Norfolk U.K. where Matthew Goggs was born. I have been researching all of the Goggs family and I will be including this tale of Chinchilla in my research. Matthew Gogg's first wife,Bridget Burke is buried in our village churchyard.

On Oct 24, 2010. 12:13pm
Claude Varna said

Dear Felicity.

I congratulate David Crewe on his win.I concede it must have been a very difficult task for the judges to choose a single winner from the many well written entries. As a poet and song writer I picked out at least 20 entries which I thought were potential winners. It may come as a surprise to you that I hadn't included David's entry in my list, however as the judges are professionals in this field I guess my opinion is irrelevant.

Among the verses which I thought should have been considered for the short list, one stood out above all others,the very first entry, Country's In My Blood by Tom Griffin. This verse was very well structured and extremely rhythmic. From the outset it set the scene for a picture which was well painted of the town of Pambula. Shades of Banjo Patterson I thought.

Kind regards

Claude Varna.

On Oct 19, 2010. 8:41am
Rachel knowles said

Congratulation to the winner and to all who posted their songs. Congratulation to all how put the competition together and the people who had the hard and long task of listening to each song ...

On Sep 30, 2010. 11:59am
Roy McClelland said

Song our town Tumbarumba

Our highland town called Tumbarumba sometime referred to as land
Of thunder. Where the skies are blue and the streams run crystal clear.
The rolling hills and valleys and the breathtaking mountain view.
Kosciusko; snow-capped, so far and yet so near
An awesome pleasure just in living here.

I walked from Murray’s crossing to Tumbarumba, years ago.
Even then a big tall lad just sixteen years or so.
I met this chap half up the street, the side of the two hotels.
“He said my names Plum Wildsmith boy, and are you doing well?”

He had an old bush had, pulled low, down over his sunburnt brow,
Looking so much a stockman, a man who just knew how..
A stock-whip curled around his shoulder, the lash end hanging low,
He must have been a drover, it wasn’t there for show.

He started singing then, a tune, no matter how I try,
I can’t remember much of, those many years gone by.
Looking back a few of the words keep ringing in my mind,
Perhaps if I think hard enough, my memory might be kind.

“Spend a week on the Tumbarumba creel, and there you’ll always stay
I know because I came here with my good old horse and dray.”

I wonder did he mention the hills on the eastern side,
Those rugged mountain ridges tipped with snow
The rolling slopes on the western side, where the soft green grasses grow,
Come along to Tumbarumba and you’ll know.

Did he really mention the murmur, as the creek goes gently by,
Or looking up at night time at the stars.
The wildflowers and the bird life…. and breath the mountain air,
Take time to look around you, you’ll find an answer there.

So many things have changed since then and some things much the same
Those English trees with their trunks still standing proud.
And the Autumn leaves still coloured are painting the valley wide.
Our forebears who planted them, keep looking down with pride.

The Tumbarumba garden club as well now are waving their magic wand,
Painting a beautiful landscape there, for all to see..
The wondrous splash of colours in the street gardens and beyond
Where else in this world would you rather be?

So we’ll spend a week on the Tumbarumba creek.

We’ll walk downstream from the pony club, side the mountain stream so cool,
The steel ringed fence of the showground lined with trees,
Take in the site of the caravan park, then past the swimming pool,
Cross over the creek at the half moon bridge, and feel the evening breeze.

We’ll pause awhile at the kids skate park and watch the kids at play,
Note the big flash motel on the right hand side, not so very far away.
The monuments to Hume and Hovel, to our miners and mill hands,
Further down, stonework to honour our farmers, the ones who worked the land.

Follow the path to the water wheel, brought down from an out-town mill.
The library close with the high pitched roof reaching ever upward still.
The bowling club with its own motel… book in there for the night.
Think to myself, well, Plum old fellow, you were absolutely right.

On Sep 30, 2010. 11:58am
Roy McClelland said

Tumbarumba

When I speak about Tumbarumba.
Where’s that I hear you say?
I answer then, with a touch of country prid.
“It’s a little town placed halfway between
Sydney and Melbourne,
Just shoved a mite there to the side”.

How come you happen to be here then?
Again I hear you say
“Well the lord he kinda dropped me here
And me being kinda slow
Thought what the heck I like it here and
Didn’t feel the need to go.”

Now as I sit up here in my house in town
And sharpen up my pen
Writing about my shearing days, thinking
What might have been.

Had I travelling around this wide world.
Seen the wonders there unfold
Have I missed so much I wonder, as my
Bones are growing old.

You see this is the place where the distant
Hills show up in shades of blue
Further there the peaks of Kosciusko rise
White in winter’s stately view.

And I look across the fertile soils of these
Valleys and those hills.
Surrounded by the pines all spreading wide
And I see the kangaroos lying in a clearing
There, on the sunny side.

The young lambs running, and frolicking
Under their mothers and watchful eye
And I see the clouds are forming in the
Distant blue green sky.

There’s a winding creek and willow trees,
And cattle grazing there.
I walk slowly along with my fishing rod
Neither worry nor a care, as
I rest awhile neath a shady tree and enjoy
Just being there.

On Sep 30, 2010. 11:57am
Rosie Sutherland said

Across The Great Divide

I grew up at the end of a long winding road
where the grass trees burned
and the limestone caves
drew me into a mountain world
Life and death were every day around me
a new calf born and the old dog dies
the river swelling to clean her sides

Take me back
across,
where the sun sets high and the stars a fiery blanket
Take me back
across,
Across The Great Divide

I left home and I set up in the city
where the buildings shine
and the pulse of life
drew me into a neon world
The daily grind was every day around me
On the train and the bus ride home
No-one talks, everyone's alone

Take me back
across,
where the sun sets high and the stars a fiery blanket
Take me back
across,
Across The Great Divide

I moved back to the other side of the mountains
where the ocean tide
and the river mouth
drew me into a sandy world
My family is every day around me
the town is small and the pace is slow
there's no place I'd rather go

But - Take me back
across,
where the sun sets high and the stars a fiery blanket
Take me back
across,
Across The Great Divide

On Sep 30, 2010. 11:48pm
Sam Simmons said

"The Rock"

Intro.
It's not Uluru, not alcatraz, not a wrestler on TV
There's only one one The Rock to me.
1)
Magpies gargle in the dawn, from the kurrajongs down main,
Each tree is for a soldier, who did not come home again.
Tingle of the the morning train, rumbles through your feet,
Young blokes on their way to school, kick a footy down the street.

Chorus.
The lion of the riverina plain that guards this town,
sits atop a stony ridge, broke free from even ground.
Wheat beside canola, sews a patchwork quilt all round.....
This little town they call The Rock.

2)
Trucks go to and from the silos,like ants before a rain.
Good to see a bumper harvest, after 10 long years of pain.
Sheep fossick through the stubbles, like beachcombers on the sand.
Hooves give rise to dust, a hazy blanket 'cross the land.

Chorus

3)
The Rock was known as Kengal, before white man came to town.
An initiation place; they say it was sacred ground.
Now tourists come to scale the peak, for fitness or for fun.
Another day draws to a close, as the big cat blocks the sun.

Chorus

It's not Uluru, not alcatraz, not a wrestler on TV
There's only one one The Rock to me.

On Sep 30, 2010. 11:48pm
Hugo Spooner said

DEAR LADY SPRINGSURE (Springsure, Central Queensland)
Verse 1

Dear lady I'm ashamed to say
I haven't thought until today
To tell you of the love and deep respect I hold for you
I've chanced to travel far and wide
Yet always with the greatest pride
I told your fascinating tale - and how the tributes flew!

Verse 2

I ventured from another land
Yet you were there to take my hand
You gave me love and shelter as if I were your own
In bliss I spent my chjldhood days
I filled my time a thousand ways
Where else would I have chosen as a place to make my home?

Chorus

Lady stand and take a bow
Lady hear those tributes now
Lady all your children vow
To show their love for you
Your struggle through those early years
Your fallen boys you held so dear
The drought and fire that drained your tears
What pride we have in you

Verse 3

Dear lady in your autumn years
Rest easy now - forget your fears
For those who hold you dear will tend to all your needs
Despite the change that's in the air
Your rugged beauty and your flair
Will stand the test of time as an honour to your deeds.

Rep. Chorus

On Sep 30, 2010. 9:25pm
Brian Della-Vedova said

"When the Winter Winds Blow"

Chorus:
When the winter winds blow - through the Aussie gum trees
There's light and shade through - the Coffs Harbour plateau
The Coffs Harbour plateau - When the winter winds blow
When the winter winds blow - through the Aussie gum trees

Verse 1:
The early morning light on the manna gum trees
The early morning breeze - blowing the Aussie gum trees
Blowing the Aussie gum trees - blowing the tallowood trees
Blowing the tallowood trees - and the swamp mahogany

Verse 2:
The Aussie native gums swaying from side to side
Swaying from side to side in the gentle Aussie breeze
The Aussie butcher birds ringing out their call
Singing out there call in the early morning light

Verse 3:
The tall Australian gums with their canopies up high
They almost seem to touch our Aussie blue sky
And there's our Aussie legend, feeding on the sweet gum leaves
Feeding on the sweet gum leaves below the canopy up high

On Sep 30, 2010. 8:55pm
Patricia Cruzado/ Paul Bonner Jones said

WOOLOMIN

SHE'S A GEM OF A PLACE/ NOT FAR FROM TAMWORTH/ SHE'S OUT OF THE RAT RACE/ NESTLED IN THE VALLEY/
SHE'S A VILLAGE WITH A SPIRIT/ TINGED WITH GOLDEN NUGGETS/ PERHAPS THE BEST KEPT SECRET/ IS HER COUNTRY PEACE AND QUIET/

CHORUS
WHERE EVERYONE SAYS G'DAY/ WITH A WINK AND A SMILE/ IF YOU STOP BY AND HAVE A CHAT/
IT MAY TAKE A WHILE/ WHERE THEY DRINK CUPS OF TEA/ AND HOMEMADE MOONSHINE/ WOOLOMIN IS THE HEART OF COUNTRY LIFE/ AND SHE'S OUR TOWN

YOU CAN WALK TO THE STORE/ OR ANY PART OF TOWN/ YOU CAN SWIM IN THE CREEK/ OR CAMP BY THE DAM/
YOU CAN SING LIKE THE BIRDS / OR HUM LIKE THE BEES/ YOU CAN DO NOTHIN AT ALL / BUT YOU BETTER NOT LEAVE/

YOU MAY SEE AN EAGLE CIRCLING THE SKIES/ OR MARVEL AT THE ROLLIN HILLS AS COTTON CLOUDS ROLL BY /
YOU MAY BE CONTENT TO BREATHE IN FRESH AIR / AND AFTER A WHILE YOU WON'T HAVE A CARE .. COS

CHORUS
EVERYONE SAYS G'DAY/ WITH A WINK AND A SMILE/ IF YOU STOP BY AND HAVE A YARN/
IT MAY TAKE A WHILE/ WHERE THEY DRINK CUPS OF TEA/ AND HOMEMADE MOONSHINE/ WOOLOMIN IS THE HEART OF COUNTRY LIFE/ AND SHE'S OUR TOWN / SHE'S OUR TOWN .. WOOLOMIN

On Sep 30, 2010. 8:42pm
Anthony Ball said

Entry for the Your Town, Your Song competition:

Malanda, Our Town
by Pig's in the Shed

It started outside the pub
On a misty Malanda day
There was woodchops and everything
And one of the boys had something to say

We got gymnastics and soccer and things we don't know
There's skate parks, push bikes and taekwondo
But all we really needed was a senior football side
To don the mighty colours and show this town some pride

You see it finished many years ago, before we were born
The memory lay dormant for thirty years or more
But the word had got around that there were maybe three or four
And the Eels got back together and Made Malanda roar
We are for one and all like thirty years before
And the boys all made a pact to never let it fall

This is Malanda the town that we all love
This is Malanda the home of the big wooden pub
This is Malanda with players young and old
This is Malanda playing for the blue and gold

Now we all know what's happened since deregulation set in
It broke some of our farmers, but there are still some hanging in
Wearing their hearts out on their sleeves, they've all stuck together
And that's what makes this town so proud to be Malanda

This is Malanda the town that we all love
This is Malanda the home of the big wooden pub
This is Malanda with players young and old
These are the farmers asking for a fair go

High in the mountains, deep in the scrub
There lie a battle they said just couldn't be won
But the pioneers all had a dream, that only they could see
And that's why this town of Malanda stands before you and me

This is Malanda the town that we all love
This is Malanda the home of the big wooden pub
This is Malanda with players young and old
This is Malanda playing for the blue and gold
This is Malanda the town that we all love
This is Malanda the home of the big wooden pub
This is Malanda with players young and old
These are the farmers asking for a fair go

On Sep 30, 2010. 8:31pm
G.P. Torrens said

Aussie Sheilas
G. P. Torrens

In the land they call “Down Under,”they breed a race apart.
They're known as Aussie Sheilas and they're mostly made of heart.
For everything they do, they do with grace and style
Because they're Aussie Sheilas. It puts them ahead by a mile.

We've all heard of Dawn Frazer who hailed from Balmain Town
She showed that it was possible to swim a hundred metres in under a minute
And if there was a lark going on, you can bet our Dawnie was in it.
Her first GOLD came in the Melbourne Olympics and she was still going strong in Rome.
By the time she'd finished in Tokoyo, she'd bought forty records home.

Cause in the land they call “Down Under,”they breed a race apart.
They're known as Aussie Sheilas and they're mostly made of heart.
For everything they do, they do with grace and style
Because they're Aussie Sheilas. It puts them ahead by a mile.

On the track, we had Majorie Jackson, the fabulous “Lithgow Flash”.
In '52,she claimed GOLD and World Records in both the one and two hundred metre dash.
And never forget Betty Cuthbert, Australia's first “Golden Girl.”
When Betty got to the Melbourne Olympics, she gave that track a twirl..
In the women's one hundred metre sprint, it was GOLD to Australia that day.
Then in the two hundred metres, GOLD again came Australia's way.
In the four by one hundred metre relay, our “Golden Girl” did it once more.
Then eight years later in Tokyo, Betty added more GOLD to the score.

Cause in the land they call “Down Under,”they breed a race apart.
They're known as Aussie Sheilas and they're mostly made of heart.
For everything they do, they do with grace and style
Because they're Aussie Sheilas. It puts them ahead by a mile.

In the pool, we've had Curry and Lenton, Riley, Gould, Lewisand Brown
On the track, we've had Nunn, Fleming, Saxby and Boyle
with Gainsford and Freeman's reknown.
In the past we've cheered wildly and proudly for Susie and Becky and Marina
and Rachel, Marayka and Nova and Elli, Tracey and Katrina
For our stars, both known and unknown, our hearts have beaten with pride
and none have even competed alone ,for they've had this whole nation on side.

Cause in the land they call “Down Under,”they breed a race apart.
They're known as Aussie Sheilas and they're mostly made of heart.
For everything they do, they do with grace and style
Because they're Aussie Sheilas. It puts them ahead by a mile.

On Sep 30, 2010. 8:22pm
Paul Bonner Jones / Patricia Cruzado said

On The Run .. V1. She ran away from Runaway Bay/ A Long reach away from home/ She had seven thrills in Seven Hills / You couldn't call her on the phone / V2. She had a good time in Narromine/ took her back pack to Crackin Back and back/ She ended up in Jindabyne/ Had a stack off the beaten track / Ch: She's on the run to have some fun/ kickin up her heels spinnin out her wheels/ She's on the go, boy don't you know/ She won't be back and that's a fact / V.3 She went to work in the back o Bourke/ Pickin fruit she learnt to shoot/ She lost a shoe in Dunedoo/ She couldn't dance she learnt to bootscoot/ V.4. She met a bloke in the town of Broke / kissed a man in Brighton Le Sands / She rowed a boat to and fro Norfolk/ She finally caught her man in romance.
They're on the run to have some fun/ kickin up their heels spinnin out the wheels/ She's on the go, boy don't you know/ She won't be back and that's a fact ..

On Sep 30, 2010. 5:57pm
David Crewe said

The Magic of Maleny
By David Crewe

There’s something in the air up here that seems to make you smile,
Not like the crowded city folk where smilin’s out of style.
So when you’re walking down the road strangers still hello you,
And the people in the shops and stores are pleased to get to know you.

I’ve travelled far and travelled wide, crossed every land and sea,
But there’s one place in this great big world that I would rather be.
No matter where I wander, no matter where I roam,
The green hills of Maleny are calling me come home.

Up here you’ll find the peacefulness that any man would seek,
Among the ancient forests and along the Obi creek.
When the sky comes dropping down the world can disappear,
Within the soft embrace of clouds you’ll know that heaven is near

I drink with men whose father’s father’s came here long ago,
To build a life that’s different with no pretentiousness or show.
Why I’m here I’m not so sure I know the reason why,
But there’s something about Maleny – can’t avoid it if you try.
Within this magic hinterland, the places I’ve explored,
I’ve come to think I’m living in the bosom of the Lord.

I’ve travelled far and travelled wide, crossed every land and sea
But there’s one place in this great big world that I would rather be
No matter where I wander, no matter where I roam
The green hills of Maleny are calling me come home

On Sep 30, 2010. 3:31pm
Bournda said

Entry by Catherine Wheeler from Bega High School. Written at a Landcare camp at Bournda

Bournda

V1
About 2 kays from Kalaru
there's a place where you can do
almost anything you like
Paddle a canoe or ride a bike

Chorus
The only way that you would know
that anyone was here
Is when you see a car or tent
They're all silent to the ear

V2
When you wander, wonder, walk
Listen to the animals talk
Look out for the shape of a kangaroo
and be amazed, there's only you

V3
Waiting for a whisper, not a sound
But nature can be heard and found
Just wait, just listen and you will see
Why Bournda is the place for me

Chorus

Bridge
You'll never know that anyones near
Because they're all silent to the ear

Silent, Serene, My town

On Sep 30, 2010. 3:26pm
Bournda said

Entry by Ella Davies from Bega High School. Written at a Landcare camp at Bournda

Bega
V1
There's a dark side of Bega
that people often see
the drugs and drink
The side that scares me
Chorus
But there's a bright side, a right side
The hidden side
People actually care
The hippy side some would say
But its the right side for me
V2
The parks, the walks
Our house on the hill
15 minutes from the beach
this place is for me
V3
The people we see
The places we go
The vegans and the bogans
My family and me

On Sep 30, 2010. 3:13pm
Lynette LaBlack said

"Life and Love Go 'Round"

chorus ...Life and love go 'round
in our back yard
& in our town,
Bundy's got such heart & soul
natural beauty,folks like gold.

Funny how the circle goes 'round
recycling's quite the fashion,
Mum did it in the good old days
dressed in sugar bags & hessian.

chorus...

Donald Cook & Dr Jenkins
heal our hearts & minds,
save many a wayward stranger
loving,caring,sharing times.

chorus...

Pottering 'round the garden beds
the goat,the chooks,the lizards,
the compost,worms & silvereyes
simply are our treasures.

chorus...

On Sep 30, 2010. 3:11pm
Lynette LaBlack said

"Bundy's Wonder Water Zoo"

Our Jessie dog's been beggin'
to tear off for a run,
the dam's in sight,such sweet delight
that mud's incredible fun!
The kids they'll all get coated
& plaster it in their hair,
call around the neighbourhood
& give their friends a scare!

chorus...That dam's so central to our lives
it really is a treasure,
gives us so much pure joy
way beyond all measure.

We've dangled chunks of chicken bits
from twine upon a stick,
hauled out lots of yabbies-
masses,nipping,fat & thick;
Even famous,wealthy folk
who've really done it all,
reckon this enticing yabbying's
the absoluteness of having a ball!

chorus

God's great world beneath the weed
in this our Bundy dam,
chock full of fish & turtle life
beyond the realms of man;
Let's keep it clean & special
for it's a landmark too,
has entertained us all for years
our wonder water zoo!

On Sep 30, 2010. 3:08pm
Chris Driscoll said

Coledale' Brave'.

Little town, time forgotten,
spose there's nothin' to see
But I reckon it's slow enough
and it'll do me
We've got not nothing to shame us
But let beauty blame us
For keepin' our secret 'hard kept' from the world

Blink and you'll miss us
On a post card with kisses
Wish you here with us
at Coledale by the sea

Is our name 'beer' in origin ?
Were we named after coal ?
Were we fashioned in granite like the war's 'Honor Roll' ?
Where loss wont belittle me
Coledale to Gallipolli
Jack Simpson worked underground
Black coal for his crust.Sent his hard earned to Mother
Tar soap for the dust
His black and white photo, hangs up in the local
set sail for the 'motherland'
to fight Johnny Turk
Old enough to work underground
Too young for a Missus
To write home some kisses
........Black coal for his crust from the seam in Coledale

Little town,time forgotten
Nothin' to see
Unless you open your eyes up
there's more history

Quiet girl ran through ocean mist
In the still of the morn
Steel town will and an iron fist
then savagely torn
Little boy, held her hand ,
His mum's Kerryn McCann
On a lap made for victory
Twas a sad valedictory
You can take all the gold,
and melt it all down......
A hero, a Mother from Coledale her town.

Should I think that you'd miss us
From beyond the cold pale
Little town by the seaside struck two stamps for your mail
Heroes have havens and their Holy Grails
Each fought the good fight, they fought tooth and nail
They're here and in spirit. If you come here you'll feel it

In the blink of an eyelid 'twas their home in Coledale.

Author;Chris Driscoll

On Sep 30, 2010. 1:47pm
John Grills said

TAMWORTH COUNTRY MUSIC

TAMWORTH ON THE RIVER PEEL
IS THE GREATEST PLACE ON EARTH
ITS THE COUNTRY MUSIC CAPITOL
AUSTRALIA IS ITS BIRTH
THE FANS THEY COME FROM NEAR AND FAR
TO CHEER THEIR SINGERS ON
AND SING AND DANCE AND PARTY
EVERYDAY AND ALLNIGHT LONG

CHORUS
WE BOAST THE WAX MUSEUM
WE DO THINGS HERE IN STYLE
A MIGHTY TOURIST CENTRE
YOU CAN WALK A COUNTRY MILE
THE TREC AND EQUINE CENTRE
THE WONDEROUS HANDS OF FAME
TSA SONGWRITINGS TRIBUTE
AND THE COUNTRY MUSIC HALL OF FAME.

THE GOLD GUITARS AND CAMERATA
STARMAKERS ALL FIND STARS
THE FANS GO THERE IN THOUSANDS
THEY FILL THE CLUBS AND HOTEL BARS
YOU,LL FIND RECORDING STUDIOS
AND BUSKERS ON THE STREET
THERES MANY GLOWING POETS
ALREADY TO COMPETE

REPEAT CHORUS.

THERE,,S CAMPERS ON THE RIVER BANK
IN TENTS AND CARAVANS
SO THEY CAN PLAY IN TAMWORTH
AND HEAR THEIR FAVOURITE BANDS
ITS EVERY MUSOS PARADISE
EVERYONE CAN HAVE A GO
IN COUNTRY MUSIC CAPITOL
LET EVERYBODY KNOW

On Sep 30, 2010. 1:46pm
Jeff Dean said

Lithgow – Heart of the Country

Verse 1

Forged around factories, mills and pits
A town nestled high in the mountains blue
Where working class people are the fabric
Family, hard yakka and mateship the glue

Verse 2

Home of the factory that armed our forces for war
Birthplace of the industry that built this nation
With abundant supplies of natural resources
This valley has always been such a prime location

Verse 3

To the steelworkers the potters their wives and kids
To the factory workers, miners and railwaymen
We pay tribute to what they got on with and did
And homage to the community that supported them

Chorus

Bent backs, calloused hands, lungs dusted with coal
Young men once - grown prematurely old
To my town these men are the heart and soul
Gateway to the central west, my town Lithgow

On Sep 30, 2010. 1:45pm
Melissa Ehrhardt said

I Know A Place

Verse 1:
I know a place with the whitest sand
I know a place where the rainbows land
I know a place where the dolphins play
And the mermaids go on holiday

Chorus:
It’s not too fancy, no it’s just right
You might even call it paradise
So if you’re looking for a place to get away Then come on down to Jervis Bay

Verse 2:
I know a place with the sweetest breeze I know a place with whispering trees I know a place where the eagles fly And the clouds all love to surf the sky

Chorus:
It’s not too fancy, no it’s just right
You might even call it paradise
So if you’re looking for a place to get away Then come on down to Jervis Bay

Verse 3:
I know a place with possums and roos
I know a place where ships like to cruise I know a place with a turquoise sea And everyday is like winning the lottery

Chorus:
It’s not too fancy, no it’s just right
You might even call it paradise
So if you’re looking for a place to get away Then come on down to Jervis Bay Come on down to Jervis Bay Come on down to Jervis Bay

On Sep 30, 2010. 12:24pm
Lynette LaBlack said

"Life and Love Go 'Round"
chorus..Life & love go 'round
in our back yard
& in our town
Bundy's got such heart& soul
natural beauty,folks like gold.

Funny how the circle goes 'round
recycling's quite the fashion,
Mum did it in the good old days
dressed in sugar bags & hessian.

chorus

Donald Cook & Dr Jenkins
heal our hearts & minds,
save many a wayward stranger
loving,caring,sharing times.

chorus

Pottering 'round the garden beds
the goat,the chooks.the lizards,
the compost,worms & silvereyes
simply are our treasures.

chorus

On Sep 30, 2010. 9:56am
Anna B Rasztabiga said

Look at the moon
Look at the Heavens
At the Southern stars
Running above The Great Dividing Range.

The show is free, free.
The display is a wonder to see
Such colours, the world's envy.
Its tempers rage from silence
To thunder and lightening,
Loud booming strikes in the skies
That sometimes hit the Eucalypt trees

Australia the rage, from A to Z,
Goes from silence to the booming muster
By the sea
To its incredible blue hue
Its special light
That makes Australia
The amazing home
For all nation's many.

Copyright 2010

On Sep 29, 2010. 9:09pm
Evan J said

The previous is called "Memories Of Tent Hill".

On Sep 29, 2010. 9:05pm
Evan J said

They used to roam those hills,Ev and Al,when they were boys.
They had an old pea rifle and rabbit traps for toys.
Ally was a good shot and Evie he was quick,they used to pair those rabbits and hang them from a stick.

Then they'd pedal off to town,to the freezer they would go,
to sell their little rabbits,then off to the Picture Show.
They'd meet up with their brothers and old 'English Bill",
then after the pictures,they'd walk bsack to Tent Hill.

CHORUS:
And let's hear it once again,for the old Tent Hill Hall,
where every Christmas time,those kids would have a ball.
Santa came through the front door,they'd collect presents from the tree,
those were happy times,such special memories.
--------------------------

And the old school still stands,amongst the hills today,
and as he leans on the fence,he can hear those children play.
There in the distance he thought he heard a yell,
was it their old teacher,Barry Michell?

Mum and Dad with thirteen children,and their little old tin mine.
Those were the good old days,though he knows he can't stop time,
He recalls their trips to Glen Creek,for a picnic and a swim,
Their Mum and Dad would sit and watch them all,run and laugh and then jump in.
CHORUS:
(As above)

Now they've all grown up,some had children,some moved on.
Dad likes to share his stories,and say a prayer for brother Ron.
To him it all still matters,and it is plain to see,
there's nothing more important than friends and family.

CHORUS:
(As Above)
Yes,those were happy times such special memories.

Copyright Evan Jillett/Rachel Jillett.

On Sep 29, 2010. 1:06pm
josie folino said

"KIAMA IS FOR ME"

Chorus:

Kiama Kiama Kiama is the place for me, where else would you rather be, but Kiama Kiama is home for me, where beauty is all around Kiama kiama Kiama is the place for me, where else would you rather be, but kiama kiama is home for me.

Verse 1:

Where the blowhole is blowing, the waves at our beaches are roaring making great for surfing, and the Jamberoo hills are really rollie, where the mountains meet up high in saddleback mountain, what a view, where else would you rather be but (go to the chorus x 1)

Verse 2:

Our eaters are fabulous we even have a Gloria Jean, our clubs are competitive really community supportive, whether shopping for a bargain or special antic, our shops are grand, whether young or old there's lots for the whole family to do where else would you rather be but (go to the Chorus x 1)

Verse 3:

Our icons have put us on the world map, we are full of beauty from head to toe, from shades of blue to green, it's all here for you to see, so come see for yourself where else would you rather be but (go to the chorus x 2)

The end
josie folino

On Sep 29, 2010. 1:03pm
Kevin W. Pitson said

MOUNT GAMBIER

It was a town when I was born
many years ago
A town built upon some caves
we want the world to know

Tourists they all come
from everywhere to see
This now famous Blue Lake City
so listen now to me.

CHORUS

Blue Lake water. Limestone Caves
Trees growing everywhere
Tourist’s walking round our town
They don’t even have a care
They come from other states
and overseas as well
But when they see this city
they say they have come to dwell.

Now in Mount Gambier is always busy
with many industries
among these is our timber transport
and wineries.

While along the Limestone Coast now
our fishing fleets are strong.
If ever you have to leave here
You won’t be gone for long.

Repeat chorus to the end.
Repeat last lines of chorus.

On Sep 29, 2010. 12:57pm
Lindsay Owen said

A SMALL COUNTRY TOWN
Lyrics: Linzi (Lindsay) Owen

Verse 1
In the early morning light
Not a soul in sight
Hear the rooster crowing
There’s a lone dog barking
Birds start singing
A new day is beginning
In a country town, in a country town
Life in a small country town
Verse 2
Now no longer dark
Walking in the park
It’s another brand new day
See the children play
People passing by
Some stop they say “Hi”
In a country town, in a country town
Life in a small country town
Chorus
There’s a butcher, there’s a baker
Check out the candlestick maker
The streets they come alive
As more people they arrive
This is the place to be
This is the place for me
In a country town, in a country town
Life in a small country town
Verse 3
Now the day is done
As I watch the setting sun
No need for me to roam
I’ll just head off to my home
It all feels so right
On another starlit night
In a country town, in a country town
Life in a small country town
Chorus
There’s a butcher, there’s a baker
Check out the candlestick maker
The streets they come alive
As more people they arrive
This is the place to be
This is the place for me
In a country town, in a country town
Life in a small country town
I love my life in a small country town

On Sep 29, 2010. 12:56pm
Jock Douglas. said

When Mitchell’s Home

Long haul
Mack power
Hit the wall
Watch the hours
Six deck load
Travelling hard
Worn-out road
To Roma yard

Past where the Maranoa’s running
That Mitchell girl she knows he’s coming
Fresh horses, dogs, and country waiting
They’ll take their time with celebrating
Too long alone, so far to roam,
Best welcome known, when Mitchell’s home.

Rough block
Tough crew
Rowdy stock
Horses too
Cattle in
Loaded, gone
They all grin
They’re heading home

To where the Maranoa’s running
That Mitchell girl she knows he’s coming
Fresh horses, dogs, and country waiting
They’ll take their time with celebrating
Too long alone, so far to roam,
Best welcome known, when Mitchell’s home.

Dump trucks
Drag lines
Big bucks
Coal mines
Twelve hour days
Two weeks straight
One week off
And he can’t wait

Because the Maranoa’s running
That Mitchell girl she knows he’s coming
Fresh horses, dogs, and country waiting
They’ll take their time with celebrating
Too long alone, so far to roam,
Best welcome known, when Mitchell’s home,
When Mitchell’s home.
Jock Douglas

On Sep 29, 2010. 12:49pm
Janine Dutschke said

Gotta Hurry Up

Verse 1
Riding on the highway
Hitting the zone,
There’s no place to stop
Just keep travellin’ home

Chorus
Pitstop, non-stop,
just gotta hurray up
Karoonda, out in the Mallee
My place to stop
May not find a subway
But the toilet’s got the lot

Verse 2
Rollercoaster ridin’ along
On drovers tracks of old
As rain comes pelting down
Just gotta keep hold

Chorus

Verse 3
Destination zero
No other place I’d rather see
Karoonda straight ahead
That’s the place I need to be

On Sep 29, 2010. 12:48pm
Frida Forsberg said

Acland

Verse 1
Rows of empty houses with their stories in the past The distant roar of engines rumbles through 'The Last Post'
Coloured wreaths and home made scones, a gentle warming breeze It's Anzac Day in Acland, little town brought to her knees

The comp'ny spoke of jobs and schools, salvation for the town Bit hard to find the place this year since the street signs have come down Singled out the town folk, sent them packing one-by-one But it's Anzac Day in Acland and the final deal's not done

Chorus:
Promises are broken once a foot is in the door For everything it's taken, it just keeps on wanting more Now we see the scope of what was planned right from the start New Hope has its sights on Acland's township, Acland's heart

Verse 2:
We wonder what the mine will do with the memorial They sent a rep to lay a wreath this year, I guess they'll make the call Diggers sent to die in lands of which they'd never heard The bosses give the orders and the rest must take their word

Chorus 2:
Funny how our fears don't always serve our real needs Water, food and air take a back seat to corporate greed Our future's only built on what we will believe Our imaginations sow our future's only seed

Verse 3:
If seasons pass and Acland sees another Anzac Day To the morning service on the Downs I'll make my way 'Cuz it's good to know a fighter and a towel that's not been thrown in yet So spend Anzac Day in Acland, little town 'Lest we forget'.

On Sep 29, 2010. 12:41pm
Greg Santos Karen Santos said

Just 20kms from the coast
is the place we call home
its not very big
though many tracks to roam
Chorus
Surrounded by mountains and farms all around is a town called Wyndham no better place to be found the locals are all friendly and from all walks of life from city people to farmers hippies and the like

Kinder to yr6 less than 20 kids at school we have a park and an oval but we have no swimming pool Chorus

the local shop is our post office
its called the Wyndham store
Robbie Burns is our pub
the best drinking hole thats for sure
Chorus

On Sep 29, 2010. 12:39pm
Desré Joy Nikolich said

Your Town, Your Song – Mullumbimby
If ever you've lived in Mullum there's something about her that gets under your skin and you will always be a Mullumite!
Here's my song about my beloved little town!

Mullumbimby

Back in the thirties a thought flashed through his eyes
Dear Ol' Uncle Tom, cooked up his yummy pies.
Out on the Highway, where the truckies stopped to eat,
Now it's an outpost, but still the place they meet.

Chorus:
Mullumbimby - she's the town of the small round hill
Rising Mount Chinney - Australia's first light spill.
If you've ever loved her and now that you're apart
Her heartbeat still lives on, in the centre of your heart.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Seventies was her heyday, for hippies in this town
Peace-loving children, not clothed with a shirt or gown.
Smokin' "Mullum Madness", while the Police did some raids
T'was funny when they burnt it - they all looked in a daze.

Chorus:

Mullumbimby - she's the town of the small round hill
Rising Mount Chinney - Australia's first light spill.
If you've ever loved her and now that you're apart
Her heartbeat still lives on, in the centre of your heart.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Her locals are people who've lived here all their lives,
It's the tree-changing faces, now grace her new disguise.
With long days of summer, and in the swelt'ring heat
The Popular or The Empire are the cafés where we greet!

Chorus:

Mullumbimby - she's the town of the small round hill
Rising Mount Chinney - Australia's first light spill.
If you've ever loved her and now that you're apart
Her heartbeat still lives on, in the centre of your heart.
Her heartbeat still lives on, in the centre of your heart!

On Sep 29, 2010. 12:37pm
Amanda Walker. said

INJUNE chorus Injune its a town near the valley Injune free from worries and strife Injune where the cattle are grazing Injune its a cowboys life. Verse 1 Time near the valley is gentle Its a time where people reflect Of days from long ago ringers To the days of now we respect. Verse 2 Riding proud in the saddle These men of the Carnarvons we speak Many stories of long ago stockman We marvel at the strength of their feats. Verse 3 The struggles of yesterdays hardships The teaching of young people we seek Trying to instill the proud knowledge We hope, as past ringers will repeat. Verse 4 So join with us in our conquest To keep our proud tradition alive The men and women of Injune Look up with your head held high. Chorus x 2

On Sep 29, 2010. 12:34pm
Darcy Wiemers said

MY OLD HOME TOWN IS A MEMORY

I’d just sped through my old home town
My kids asked, “What’s that place”
So I turned around and took them back
It was hard for me to face.
My old home town is dyin’
Most business has closed down,
The country towns are loosin’ out
Most folks there wear a frown.
Sometimes the place you’re destined
Isn’t where you want to be,
And often the best of what you had
Lives just in memory.

(CHORUS)
My old home town is a memory
With thoughts of good times spent,
Like the old bush hall where for dancin’
On Fridays nights we went.
And the river once that wound its way
Through the gorges and the plains,
Where we used to fish for yellow belly
But never will again.
‘Cause they built a dam a way up stream
For the common good they said,
Now my old home town is a memory
It’s heart and soul is dead.

You see down by that dry creek bed
Where with Bruce my dog I’d run,
I’d go for a swim, swing from that tree,
We had a lot of fun.
With some smelly meat on a piece of string
Big yabbies we’d pull in
Then light a fire and boil them up
In an empty old milk tin.
We’d hunt for rabbits, we’d ride our horses,
Like the wind we felt so free,
I really loved how it was back then
An enduring memory.

(CHORUS)
My old home town is a memory
With thoughts of good times spent,
Like the old bush hall where for dancin’
On Fridays nights we went.
And the river once that wound its way
Through the gorges and the plains,
Where we used to fish for yellow belly
But never will again.
Cause they built a dam a way up stream
For the common good they said,
Now my old home town is a memory
It’s heart and soul is dead.

The meat works closed when the river died
It was the town’s lifeblood,
The banks then went, a sad event,
It soon became a flood.
People moved away in droves
Small business loss was great,
The writing was upon the wall
We had to face our fate.
It’s hard to fight what you can’t control
Get on top of adversity,
I often think how it used to be
How sad that memory.

(CHORUS)
My old home town is a memory
With thoughts of good times spent,
Like the old bush hall where for dancin’
On Fridays nights we went.
And the river once that wound its way
Through the gorges and the plains,
Where we used to fish for yellow belly
But never will again.
Cause they built a dam a way up stream
For the common good they said,
Now my old home town is a memory
It’s heart and soul is dead.

On Sep 29, 2010. 12:31pm
Mick Fleming said

Still trying to say goodbye
By Mick Fleming
Verse 1
I sit up on his front step
And look out at the view
Recollecting those memories
Of the man that once we knew
He settled in Coolah town
Beyond the black stump with his wife
And in this small proud country town
You see, he spent his life

A woman I never met before
Was at the funeral for Ambo Ray
She held my hand for hope and said
Your Dad saved my life one day
They put a plaque on the station wall
A nice headstone on his grave
But all he ever cared about
Were the lives and pain he saved

Chorus
I went to your farewell
And I felt everyone’s cry
I still go to sleep, your picture beside my bed
Still trying to say goodbye
Just one sheet of paper
On the kitchen table laid
To define her grief and list her love
The difference that it made

Verse 2
My Daughter cried and poured one night
Her loss it wouldn’t stop
I said to her, ”Just write a note”
To the one she lost called Pop
Next morning I woke up
On the kitchen table laid
Her thoughts and heart were written down
On just one single page
She said,
Pop, I wanted to say Hi
I would have written sooner
But I was busy growing up
You’re the bravest person I remember
I just remember you as my grandfather
I took it for granted you were here to stay
You were always there and I didn’t get a chance to thank you
Before you went away
You were always rattling change in your pocket
Whenever you were around
It was a sign of your rich and generous heart
Whenever I heard the sound

Chorus
I went to your farewell
And I felt everyone’s cry
I still go to sleep, your picture beside my bed
Still trying to say goodbye
Just one sheet of paper
On the kitchen table laid
To define her grief and list her love
The difference that it made

Verse 3
The hardest thing for Ray to lose
Was never monetary strife
The one thing that gave him greatest pain
Was losing someone else’s life

His heart so big it gave out
As he began to fall
Before he even touched the ground
You knew he gave his all
So often near the Black Stump
You can hear the people say
“Remember Ambo Ray,
He saved my life one day”
(Mick) Of all the people that he touched
Oh, I’m the lucky one
You know, I used to call him Dad
And he proudly called me, Son
Chorus
I went to your farewell
And I felt everyone’s cry
I still go to sleep, your picture beside my bed
Still trying to say goodbye………

On Sep 29, 2010. 12:30pm
Alison Daubney said

NORTHCLIFFE

Through Depression and War and changes of law, wet winters and sweltering sun
We’re proud of our town, our strength is renowned, we survived by working as one.
Northcliffe’s unique, from beginnings so bleak no-one thought we would survive
But we rode out the rough, Northcliffians are tough and now we’re enjoying the ride.

Hear the singing, hear the call, come together one and all
Northcliffe is the town for you to see
Hear the ringing of the laughter, you’ll remember ever after
Northcliffe is the place for you to be.

Come see for yourself, and the good of your health, there’s fishing, marron and beer
Timber, truffles, dairy, walk trails and the Karri Cup race every year.
Up hills, through bush, one hundred k’s long, leg muscles screaming with pain
As hundreds of riders pedal like hell, competing for fortune and fame.

Group Settlers were here in the beginning, echoes of their axe still ring clear
Though Northcliffe has grown, their spirits still roam as they watch over the town they held dear.
In the South West of Western Australia, where Karri trees tower so tall
The Southern Ocean and Forest meet at Northcliffe,
the best place to live in of all.

On Sep 29, 2010. 12:30pm
Nicole Barber said

VERSE 1
From city roots, she was born and bred
Amid the bright lights and the noise
Feeling alone
Strangers all around
Needs to find a place to call her own

VERSE 2
She found her love, and a farming life
With crisp spring mornings, summer rain
Nature’s bounty
Sometimes cruel
She’s found a place to call her own

CHORUS
Corowa saw a nation born
She watches on with pride
A humble town on the mighty Murray
Our country is her child
My town and me we’re just the same
We watch our children grow
Independent, strong and free

VERSE 3
Her children gone their different ways
She looks back on what her life did bring
A loving family
Her pride and joy
In Corowa-town , she’ll always be at home

CHORUS (and repeat)

On Sep 29, 2010. 12:29pm
Molly Swindley said

The Burdekin

The area I live in, is called the Burdekin.
It’s the place where great things happen.
It has a population of 20,000 people,
If you search it up on the map we are just a tiny dot,
Though really we’re one great spot.
We’re 100 kilometres south of Townsville.
And that’s the best place there could ever be,
We are a sugar cane growing industry,
My town has it’s own sugar cane mill,
Every night I see cane fires burn,
And it snow black ash, which is called cane trash,
In the mornings I hear trains, carrying the cane, to the mill,
So it can be turned into sugar.
Everything is a sight to see,
And it’s, it’s all home to me.

(CHORUS) The town I live in, is called the Burdekin,
And it’s the place where great things happen.
It is the nicest town you’ll see, and the friendliest place you’ve ever been.
Also the most active, fit and sporty spot,
On the map we’re just a dot.
We’re all like one big family.
And it’s, it’s all home to me.

In 2007 we won the tidy town award,
In the Burdekin you never get bored,
We have our water and harvest festival,
Always enjoyed by all,
We have our famous Burdekin Bridge,
Which was opened in 1957,
It took ten years to construct,
It recently celebrated it’s fifty-third birthday,
It is special in every way,
The bridge also has a catwalk,
So we can have a closer look,
It’s also know as the Silver Link,
It lets us go across the river where we get our water from to drink,
It cost six million dollars to build,
The bridge connects Ayr to Home Hill,
Also the north and far north of Queensland,
We have beautiful wildlife all over the land,
And lovely beaches with shells and sand,
Out in the country is pretty,
And it’s, it’s all home to me.

(CHORUS)

The members of our community are very clever,
We always work together,
So we can have sport,
Cause we are the athletic sort,
We have our tennis, cricket, swimming and golf club,
Which everyone does love,
Also the netball, soccer and the sprints team,
Everyone lives their dreams,
And for our education,
Our school is really cool,
We have the largest oval in Queensland,
And three fabulous playgrounds,
We also have great learning facilities,
And thousands of books in our libraries,
And all our different technologies,
Like cameras, computers, music and TVs,
There are extremely smart students and good teachers,
School teaches me to works a team and reach my dream,
And also helps me achieve my goals,
And the best thing about it is, it’s a bully- free zone,
In our town you’re never alone,
We are all friends,
The kindness never ends,
We are all one big family,
And it’s, it’s all home to me.
The Burdekin

On Sep 29, 2010. 12:28pm
Alan May said

From the capital so it is about the district of Australia

I have gazed on far horizons o’er the dusty dancing plain,
I have seen the wheatstalks standing straight and tall
I have heard Galahs in thousands screeching out their wild refrain
And their strident song of freedom echoes forth to one and all
I have watched the storm clouds sailing like huge galleons overhead
And seen their drops bring life to all the land
I know not to love this country is to mean the soul is dead
For the miracles of God are all at hand

I have watched the southern cross unfurl as a brilliant scroll above
I know any worldly place that I may see
I can speak with pride and boasting of the country that I love
For I know that this Australia is for me

I have helped to move the cattle through the mountains snowy peaks
I have heard the stockwhips echoes ringing free
And have watched the cattle drinking at the swiftly flowing creeks
For this land gives of its’ gifts abundantly
I have heard excited barking as sheepdogs bring back the strays
I have seen the tide of wool sweep o’er the hills
I have worked the shearing muster on these golden peaceful days
As the shearers clip the harvest for the mills

I have watched a glorious sunset paint the deep blue sky above
I know any worldly place that I may be
I can speak with pride and boasting of the country that I love
For I know that this Australia is for me

I have felt the lift of oceans surge and watched the sea spume blown
As we crossed the harbour bar at break of day
I have smelt the salty breezes as we bring the trawlers home
And the glorious lights of heaven show our way
I have seen the giant caverns that men cut to mine the ore
And have heard the huge machines all creak and groan
Whilst the treasure that they bring forth puts this country to the fore
As the seeds of wealth and happiness are sown

I pray as tomorrows sunrise does dispel the dark above
And spreads light for all Australians living free
And makes the symbol of our country a glistening snow white dove
Yes, I know that this Australia is for me

On Sep 29, 2010. 12:26pm
Albert Russell said

MY TOWN

It is now a proven fact,
That in the days of yore,
The grassy plains of Winton
Once housed the dinosaur.

Chorus
So if you really want to know
Some history of the west,
You need not go past “Winton”
For it’s here you’ll get the best.

Now it was here in later years
In the old North Gregory
That Banjo crooned “Matilda”
“Will you come and waltz with me”

Chorus
So if you really want to know
Some history of the west,
You need not go past “Winton”
For it’s here you’ll get the best.

And of course this venue
Has another claim to fame,
For it was here that “Qantas”
Was to get it’s name.

Chorus
So if you really want to know
Some history of the west,
You need not go past Winton
For it’s here you’ll get the best.

On Sep 29, 2010. 12:24pm
Jenny Mitchison said

vs 1
Small and friendly,stop and say hello
Chat to shopowners that you know
They give you pumpkin seeds they saved
Butchers cut your meat just the right way
The grocer asks how the kids are
And really want to know
They tell you who was married or born
and how about yesterday's huge storm

ch
On the banks where the Manning River ran
Once busy with factories, ships and men
Now its come back to life again
Children in the park run laughing
Tinonee, our town,keeps on lasting

vs2
Dirt roads, pot holes, windy bitchumen
Too narrow for that truck coming ahead
That paddock use to have cows
Remember that one use to grow peas
Now weeds and bracken shoot up with trees
Falling down fences die too
Driving over the old wooden bridge
That cloud of dust follows you

ch
On the banks where the Manning River ran
Once busy with factories, ships and men
Now its come back to life again
Children in the school run laughing
Tinonee,our town, keeps on lasting

vs3
But this town, our small country town
Its still here, its still the same
I drive past the shops and sports grounds
and see the young ones run around
They aren't my kids, but they are me
They are the heart of this small town
They put life into this small town...
Tinonee

ch
On the banks where the Manning River ran
Once busy with factories, ships and men
Now its come back to life again
Children on the fields run laughing
Tinonee , our town, keeps on lasting

On Sep 29, 2010. 12:23pm
Jamie Collins said

Your Town Your Song: 'St. George Boys'

1. This is a cotton’ chippin’ melon pickin’ kinda town
Right out here past the Western Downs
We go huntin’ and a piggin’ all year round
When Friday night comes we go to town
We go chasin’ the girls down by the riverside
Skiin’ and a fishin’ then in the ute for a ride
Circle work and throwin’ dye at the B and S
From the Gully to Gundi we never rest

CHORUS: So give it up for the St. George boys
Lovin their girls and their earthmoving toys
Give it up for the boys from the land
With sheep to shear and cattle to brand

2. Drivin’ to town all the way up the Moonie
A fella’s gotta be just a little bit loonie
Dodgin’ the roos and the emus too
We make it to town just to down a few
Sunday comes and we’re off to the football
Floggin’ the Red Bulls, Meggsie’s Call
Back to work and we’re changing pumps
Planting crops and burning out stumps

CHORUS: So give it up for the St. George boys
Lovin their girls and their earthmoving toys
Give it up for the boys from the land
Bringin’ some pride to the Longhorn brand

3. We buck em out big at the Rodeo
And at the Campdraft, the Polocrosse we put on a show
We’re livin’ our life and we’re livin’ to the full
And around the bar we’re breakin’ the rules
Crackin’ laps round town on a Saturday night
With my girl so bright in the Full Moon light
She’s lookin’ at me like I gotta impress her
So I look down and I give it to my ‘Cruiser

CHORUS: So give it up for the St. George boys
Lovin their girls and their earthmoving toys
Give it up for the boys from the land
We’re doin’ it tough, but we’re doin’ just grand

On Sep 29, 2010. 12:22pm
Jamie Collins said

Your Town Your Song: 'Historic Warwick'

1. Dawn breaks over the Condamine River,
I tumble out of bed and give a little shiver,
A chilly start to a glorious day,
This is living life the Warwick way.
As Silos tower over golden wheatfields,
Cowboys run round rugby league fields,
Here we are at another day …
And up at St. Mary’s they begin to pray.

CHORUS: This is my town, this is my story,
This is the place so full of history,
This is where Queensland was born,
The heart and the soul of the Darling Downs.

2. Sandstone structures guard the main street,
Roses blooming, looking so sweet,
Cattle trucks boom down on the saleyard,
And crowds gather round at the Pig and Calf.
History tells us of the man, Jackie Howe,
Of farms and families and the dairy cow,
Warwick is a town with a history,
Of life, of love and mystery.

CHORUS: This is my town, this is my story,
This is the place so full of history,
This is the best of Queensland towns,
The heart and the soul of the Darling Downs.

3. There’ll be dust and flies at the Rodeo,
Australia’s Most Famous Buckjump Show,
The biggest and the best in all the land,
And old riders meet up in the grandstand.
Shannons Chips and a Hudson’s Pie,
This is home you’ll hear me cry,
The sights and the sounds of the Southern Downs,
Of Glengallan, Rosenthal and Allora town.

CHORUS: This is my town, this is my story,
This is the place so full of history,
This is the town of great renown,
The heart and the soul of the Darling Downs ...

… The jewel in the crown of the Darling Downs.

On Sep 29, 2010. 12:21pm
Penny Lyle said

"Kingston Beach"

VERSE 1
Have you seen the shoreline la-ate-ly
thought I didn't have the time
so now I've packed and moved on eh-else-where I only visit in my mind.

CHORUS
There are times I wish I could reach
back through time to Kingston Beach
I'd like to see that place again
(those) calming waters kept me saaaa-aaaaaane

Friday night when cheeky youths
would congregate, drink with their crew
blare their music from souped up Utes
beachside party time agaaaa-aaaain

VERSE 2
Sunday mornings slip slowly by
walk along, absorb the quiet
the beach is peaceful in the winter
water ripples catch the light.

VERSE 3
In the water, boats are bobbing
clothed with brightly coloured sails
I wonder if there is a race on
as I lean against the rail.

CHORUS...

On Sep 29, 2010. 12:21pm
Penny Lyle said

"Brisbane"

Hello sunshine, hello city
where the river life is pretty
Hello Brisbane... will you welcome me?
I'm a new arrival
seeking sweet reprieval
from the cold and wet
from my last home and hence upheaval
I like this warmer sunshine
days spent outside are divine
I wish more parks like these
were something that I could call mine

Hello sunshine, hello city
walking where bike lines are pretty
Hello Brisbane... what have you got for me?
This place is bold and busy
your buildings make me dizzy
so many skyscrapers and
so much opportunity
travel by train and ferry
the houseboats seem so merry
next time I travel on
I won't take more than I can carry

Hello sunshine, hello city
where the night lights are so pretty
Hello Brisbane... can you adopt me?
I need a new home.

On Sep 29, 2010. 10:37am
CNelson said

This song was written about the city of Bendigo.

This Place I Know

These muscled trees,
Their leafy fingers trailing upward,
Their dark centres merging with ground,
Fingers of light travel between their branches,
Because this is the only place,
They gather close

Chorus:
I know this place, this city,
I see the dark gums gather close,
I know the call of the magpie in the morning,
I know these stone buildings, proud and tall,
I know the riches that gather under this dirt,
I know this city, this place I know

Yellowed stones are my fool's gold,
Silver stones are my white crystal,
I follow this path of white,
My gold will wait,
For in this place,
I will become rich

Chorus:
I know this place, this city,
I see the dark gums gather close,
I know the call of the magpie in the morning,
I know these stone buildings, proud and tall,
I know the riches that gather under this dirt,
I know this city, this place I know

Patterns of red etched into walls,
Gentle lap of water at a stone edge,
Curling buildings and curving tunnels,
Fragile trees, so far from home,
Dragons in the sound of snaps,
Shimmering in the circular sun

Chorus:
I know this place, this city,
I see the dark gums gather close,
I know the call of the magpie in the morning,
I know these stone buildings, proud and tall,
I know the riches that gather under this dirt,
I know this city, this place I know

On Sep 29, 2010. 9:50am
David Crewe said

The Magic of Maleny
By David Crewe

There’s something in the air up here that seems to make you smile,
Not like the crowded city folk where smilin’s out of style.
So when you’re walking down the road strangers still hello you,
And the people in the shops and stores are pleased to get to know you.

I’ve travelled far and travelled wide, crossed every land and sea,
But there’s one place in this great big world that I would rather be.
No matter where I wander, no matter where I roam,
The green hills of Maleny are calling me come home.

Up here you’ll find the peacefulness that any man would seek,
Among the ancient forests and along the Obi creek.
When the sky comes dropping down the world can disappear,
Within the soft embrace of clouds you’ll know that heaven is near

I drink with men whose father’s father’s came here long ago,
To build a life that’s different with no pretentiousness or show.
Why I’m here I’m not so sure I know the reason why,
But there’s something about Maleny – can’t avoid it if you try.
Within this magic hinterland, the places I’ve explored,
I’ve come to think I’m living in the bosom of the Lord.

I’ve travelled far and travelled wide, crossed every land and sea
But there’s one place in this great big world that I would rather be
No matter where I wander, no matter where I roam
The green hills of Maleny are calling me come home

On Sep 29, 2010. 8:35am
Laurie Edebohls said

SOMEPLACE ELSE

Down to me' last dollar
I went to claim an allowance
An address they said I'd need.
So I said I'm livin' in.. 186 HR Holden,
Main Road an' I need a feed.

I live at Someplace Else
186 HR Holden
Main Road, Anywhere.
I'm livin someplace else
Could be down by a river
For me it's not a major care.

I heard the Ranga an' Mr Abbot
On the radio
They were fightn' tooth an' nail.
So I thought I better register to have a legal vote
But an address they needed without fail. So I told 'em

I live at Someplace Else
186 HR Holden
Main Road, Anywhere.
I'm livin someplace else
Could be down by a river
For me it's not a major care.

Now I'm over people askin'
Just exactly where I'm at.
I've decided to just chill and go.
If contact is required they'll find me on the web
At the double yoos dot someplace else. So..

I live at Someplace Else
186 HR Holden
Main Road, Anywhere.
I'm livin someplace else
Could be down by a river
For me it's not a major care.

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