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John Williamson( John Robert Williamson )
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At Lightning Ridge
Don't ask any questions Don't snoop around his claim He'll be out with a dog and a shotgun Who knows what he's hiding Or why he makes his stand Men like him are buried alive With Opals in their hands
Well they say he came from Lismore That's about all we know He came for a weekend only Twenty years ago Well he must have had money in the bank Or he's found a lot more than potch For every month he sends a cab For another case of scotch
He's a dreamer, he's a drinker A Bull-Ant in a hole He's a schemer, He's a thinker He's a lonely soul もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com He's gouging for the opal Like a Wombat or a Mole Way out there at Lightning Ridge
Down below the Leopardwood Below the Biblebox Get your thrill on lunatic hill Flashes of dancing colour, Green and Gold and Red Mix it with black and you're on your back Digging until you're dead
Well, It's not about a fancy car It's not about the cash They passed the hat for a swimming pool And built it in a flash No, It's all about the Opal You get it in your eye You see a glimpse of heaven With Angels in the sky
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