Fitzroy River

“Fitzroy River” – by Terry Bennetts & Keith Lethbridge

I was born down South of this land
Where the paddocks are green and mountains grand,
But now I roam on the black-soil plains
And the Fitzroy River runs through my veins.

My skin was white as the driven snow
But I changed complexion years ago,
From the dusty winds and the summer rains,
While the Fitzroy River runs through my veins.

And when I die, don’t bury me,
Just spread my ashes by a boab tree,
Then tell those ringers on the black-soil plains
That the Fitzroy River ran through my veins.

The season’s over and the cattle gone,
The cheques are wasted so the men move on,
The camps are empty but the dream remains,
And the Fitzroy River runs through my veins.

I’ve got no woman and I’ve got no son,
No home to turn to when the work is done,
So I’ll keep on singing those bush refrains
While the Fitzroy River runs through my veins.

And when I die, don’t bury me,
Just spread my ashes by a boab tree,
Then tell those ringers on the black-soil plains
That the Fitzroy River ran through my veins.

Instrument Break (Same as chorus)

I eat my damper and I drink my tea,
With my old cattle dog for company.
No woman scolds me, no boss complains,
And the Fitzroy River runs through my veins.

And when I die, don’t bury me,
Just spread my ashes by a boab tree,
Then tell those ringers on the black-soil plains
That the Fitzroy River ran through my veins.

And when I die, don’t you bury me,
Just spread my ashes by a boab tree,
Then tell those ringers on the black-soil plains
That the Fitzroy River ran through my veins.

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