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we
get by
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we get by |
| i remember daniel father of my dad |
| gave his family everything a bullock driver had |
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seven kids a wife called rose dingoes at the door |
| a tent upon the forest floor out near amamour |
| they got by with pleasure and with pain |
| given half the chance do it over again |
| they got high on anything at hand |
| maybe hard but thats the beauty of the land |
| i remember rose the way that any grandkid might |
| that silver hair would burn the moon any given night |
| we kept her old piano where she showed us how to sing |
| grandma havent seen a smile so wide as when you played that thing |
| you got by with pleasure and with pain |
| given half a chance do it over again |
| you got high on fire and on ice |
| i would have you here i would not think twice |
| dad he was a preacher man some guys have it made |
| travelled every country town there and back again |
| never one for all the hype and ideology |
| just give a man a working answer thats enough for me |
| we got by with pleasure and with pain |
| given half a chance do it over again |
| we got high on faith in God above |
| maybe hard but thats the beauty of love |
| i became a minstrel a voice across the wire |
| a little bit of bullocky a litle bit of fire |
| a little bit of flavour even though its hard to get |
| dont ask me what is up ahead havent seen it yet |
| we get by with pleasure and with pain |
| given half a chance do it over again |
| we get high on anything we can |
| maybe hard but thats the beauty of the band |
| i get by on anything i can |
| maybe hard but thats the beauty of the man |
| C 2000 hipcentral |
