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Book 13 Page 46
A roving man am I
A roving man am I,
Iím up every morning at sun rise.
Tearing up the land
in me brand new Ďfour wheel drive.í
And in me Nissan patrol
A roving this wide land I go,
carrying everything and the kitchen sink in hand.
Yep Iím now your typical Aussie, Ďrovin man.í
Forget about the image of men on foot
walking and carrying a swag,
Roasting damper over a hot fire
and frying up a chop and a snag.
Iíve got me three in one Webber bar-b-que,
and a micro- wave on board.
Got a portable fridge too
and Iím living like a lord.
For I love to go a roving,
living in the rugged scrub,
carrying around my forty four trailer
with itsí built in Jacuzzi tub.
For its nature that I love,
living under this great southern sky.
Yep! Iím a true blue Aussie battler
and a roving man am I.
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