If Ya Cark It
a smile on the dial as off you go,
saint Peter is waiting ya maybe no,
stay away from me Joe the crow,
u aint gettin me eyeballs later ...oh
Don
If ya lived awhile in west Queensland,
out in the red soil dust,
where crows will pick ya eyes,
out n bore water is a must.
When you or an animal is dying the crows line up for sweets...
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