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I'm used to driving bullock teams
Across the hills and plains.
I've teamed outback these forty years
In blazing droughts and rains.
I've lived a heap of troubles through
But hang me till I die,
But I can't forget what happened to me
Nine miles from Gundagai.
Twas getting dark the team got bogged
The axle snapped in two.
I lost my matches and my pipe.
Ah what was I to do?
The rain came on twas bitter cold
And hungry too was I
And the dog shat in the tucker box
Nine miles from Gundagai.
Some blokes I know have all the luck
No matter how they fall,
But there was I lord luvva duck
No flaming luck at all.
I couldn't make a pot of tea
Nor get my trousers dry
And the dog shat in the tucker box
Nine miles from Gundagai.
I can forgive the bloody team;
I can forgive the rain.
I can forgive the dark and cold
And go through it again.
I can forgive my rotten luck
But hang me till I die,
I can't forgive that bloody dog
Nine miles from Gundagai.
But that's all dead and past and gone
I've sold the team for meat,
And where I got the bullocks bogged
Now there's an asphalt street.
The dog, ah well, he took a bait
And reckoned he would die.
I buried him in that tucker box
Nine miles from Gundagai.
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