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Old Rusty Ute Lyrics
Words/music John
O'Dea
Under the pepper tree
there's a rusty ute
We dragged it there when the motor blew
Couldn't bear to sell
it or drop it in a creek
So we laid it to rest under the tree
Bought it second hand
at a clearing sale
I can still remember the old man saying
"You boys take care
don't drive too fast
Catch you doin' burn-outs I'll kick your arse"
In that Old
RustyUte
Didn't look much but the motor was good
Never let us down took
everywhere
Turned some heads but we didn't care
We loved that old rusty ute
Could be chasing roos
or mustering sheep
Shooting rabbits my brother and me
Fixing fences, feeding
stock
We'd load her up, she'd do the lot
And when we went shearing we took it up
bush
With the swags in the back and the shearing tools
Dusty roads, flooded
creeks
Dodging roos, cattle and sheep
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When the old man
wasn't at home
We'd shoot out the paddocks on our own
Circle work kicking up
dust
Hell of a time, just the two of us
Even took it to the drive-in, piled in
the back
With a speaker on the roof how cool was that
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On Saturday night if
there was a dance
We'd clean the ute mum'd press our pants
Couple of longnecks
under the seat,
After the dance out the road for a drink
It was the first bus
we'd ever owned
Something special we could call our own
Every now and again we
sit under the tree
And reminisce my brother and me
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