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Ruddy Barkley

Summer Shimmers In my rear vision Its super hot But i dare not stop Here On the ruddy Barkley If i get out This car I will become instant Yum cha As its steaming Ruddy hot Here on the Barkley Theres no picnic to be had At the dusty rest stop The furnace of hell Blows across the plain Here On the ruddy Barkley Stark raving mad Ye have to be To drive the Ruddy Barkley Come the wet I hit the grid at the border Doing 140 Out here on the Ruddy Barkley No cop at the shop To slow me down 3 ways at one end Mt Isa the other Camooweal Yeah nah Pay 5 star for none Not much choice Out here on The ruddy Barkley The fuels getting low But i aint Pulling me foot As i cant wait To finish the Ruddy Barkley

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