Darwin

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I left my heart in Darwin.
Yer, I left my heart in Darwin.
I left my heart in Darwin, when I left.
I thought my heart was gone when
I left my heart in Darwin
When, I left my heart in Darwin
When I left.

It’s the sun sets at East Point
and the barbies on the beach.
The yachts that swing at anchor in the Bay.
It’s the driving monsoon rain
and every battler’s pain.
Airfares home, always out of reach.

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It’s the losing two horse race
when you were off your face
betting on a colt, when you should have bet the grey.
Then in the next race
betting on the mare
she trundled home some time late next day.

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It’s politics and land rights,
country roads and bouncing cheques
keeping uranium buried in the ground.
Well we had a night with Tracy,
it was rather racey,
I was drunk and didn’t make a sound.

It’s the flocks of Magpie Geese
and the tourists that we fleece;
Whistler Ducks, goannas, crocodile.
Catching Barra from the shore
just near the Border Store
is sure to make the bloody tourists smile.

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It’s the red and orange sky
all the friends who said goodbye
while walking on the beach at Fannie Bay.
For every mate who said “Hooray”
someone else said “Gi’day”
when you walked along the beach at Fannie Bay.

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When will we understand,
just who owns this land
from Alice Springs all the way to Fannie Bay.
My friends who owned this land
before the white man came
own Kakadu and Uluru and now can have their say.

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There’s no beg your pardon.
You’re going to leave your heart in Darwin.
You’re going to leave you’re heart in Darwin, when you go.
Oh, there’s no beg your pardon.
You’re going to leave your heart in Darwin.
You’re going to leave you’re heart in Darwin, when you go.

                                                                (with Peter Hancock)