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Big galvanCised roofs and monsteFr pipes black
G7Pink and white clouds from a Cchimney stack
CRed dust and hawks in the Fwind out back
And G7here I am at the CIsa
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CWhat do you do in a Ftown like the Isa
ReG7trenched at 50 beCcome an old miser
CDrink yourself blind so you're Fnone the wiser
Sit at G7home with the race form and Cwhinge
Just Cover the hill in his Fown backyard
The G7landscape becomes a Cpicture postcard
Where the Ccolours are soft but the Flife is hard
On the G7stations here at the CIsa
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Tonight's the night of the rodeo ball
Before riders and bull and horses stand tall
While out in the park some black people sprawl
And share their money on flagons
There's so much more to be understood
Before coming out here like Robin Hood
The do-gooders do more harm than good
Without really knowing the Isa
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Through the Leichhardt East
Where fools gold flashes
Fossick around for Maltese Crosses
Flog them off to the tourist buses
See ghost gums under the moon
Some really battle some make do
The luckier ones make a quid and pull through
Some perch at the bar like a caged cockatoo
But that's nothing new at the Isa
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And it takes a special kind of girl
To stay out here in this rugged world
Keep your dignity when the oathes are hurled
I pay my respects to you
And I'll raise my glass to an outback town
To that weathered spirit that won't back down
It takes the courage of a rodeo clown
To stick it out at the Isa
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Big galvanised roofs and monster pipes black
Pink and white clouds from a chimney stack
Red dust and hawks in the wind out back
And here I am at the Isa
Never Cthought I'd return to this lFonely track
And G7here I am back at the CIsa
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