Country Town

There’s nothing much to see there
and there’s not a lot to do
It’s the kind of place you glance at
A place you just pass through

There’s a pub up on the corner
And one big general store
There’s a garage and an oval
But not a whole lot more

It’s been the same for years
We’re not that big on change
We don’t think much of city ways
To us they’re just plain strange

We still enjoy the weekend
The shop and garage close
There’s no such thing as ‘rostered on’
On Sunday time just slows

The only signs of rush and haste
Are bees down in the park
The local dogs are fast asleep
They’d rather snooze than bark

The gum trees by the rail line
Give shelter from the heat
On lazy long hot afternoons
They shade the whole main street

It’s quiet and it’s peaceful
And there’s time to stop and talk
You can take all of the sights in
Just by going for a walk

It’s the place that I grew up in
And a place I won’t let down
You can keep all of your cities
For I love my country town

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