John Williamson - Back At The Isa Lyrics

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Big galvanised roofs and monster pipes black

Pink and white clouds from a chimney stack

Red dust and hawks in the wind out back

And here i am at the isa

What do you do in a town like the isa

Retrenched at 50 become an old miser

Drink yourself blind so you're none the wiser

Sit at home with the race form and whinge

Just over the hill in his own backyard

The landscape becomes a picture postcard

Where the colours are soft but the life is hard

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On the stations here at the isa

Tonight's the night of the rodeo ball

Before riders and bull and horses stand tall

While out in the park some black people sprawl

And share their money on flagons

There's so much more to be understood

Before coming out here like robin hood

The do-gooders do more harm than good

Without really knowing the isa

Through the leichhardt east

Where fools gold flashes

Fossick around for maltese crosses

Flog them off to the tourist buses

See ghost gums under the moon

Some really battle some make do

The luckier ones make a quid and pull through

Some perch at the bar like a caged cockatoo

But that's nothing new at the isa

And it takes a special kind of girl

To stay out here in this rugged world

Keep your dignity when the oathes are hurled

I pay my respects to you

And i'll raise my glass to an outback town

To that weathered spirit that won't back down

It takes the courage of a rodeo clown

To stick it out at the isa

Big galvanised roofs and monster pipes black

Pink and white clouds from a chimney stack

Red dust and hawks in the wind out back

And here i am at the isa

Never thought i'd return to this lonely track

And here i am back at the isa

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