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TGhere'd be a blue out the back
And we'd all rush from the bar to take a lCook
Drover GPat and Billy Arnold had been drinking
In the heat all aCfternoon
They were rEmolling in the dirt
Fists were flying and things were getting Frough
But when BCilly started bleeding
ThGe publican said fellas break it Cup G G/A G/B
CShake on Emit, jFust put it thGere
TChat's the way it's alEmways bFeen 'round hGere
YoCu could trust a mEman when he Amheld out his hand
and sDmaid 'GLet's shake on Cit
They were battered and bruised
When Pat and Billy picked themselves up
They looked each other over
And two grins appeared from beneath the sweat and dust
Billy picked up his hat
And clipped his old mate on the ear
And said we'll call it a draw Pat
But I reckon you owe me a beer
Now theAm years have rolled by
And theyEm still disagree
But thFat old handshake's as firm
Cas it used to Gbe
DShake on F#mit, juGst put it theAre
TDhat's the way it's alF#mways beGen 'round heAre
YoDu could trust a mF#man when he hBmeld out his hand
and sEmaid 'ALet's shake on Dit
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