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Dance at Bigges Camp
By Paul Cracker-Jack Smith
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As kids we would sit on the veranda
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Listening to the Dance at Bigges Camp
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We'd hear the songs and the laughter
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And talk neath the street lamp
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Nanna and mum told wives tales
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About their prime, the good times, and the hard
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The swaggies & their tricks that never failed
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And the Drovers steering cattle to the railway yards
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But we always had fun on the veranda
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As we sang each and every old song
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And our old couch swayed as the music played
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As the Dance at Bigges Camp, waltzed along
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We'd watch as the ladies in their fine dresses
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Carry supper up the halls splintered steps
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And through the cracked and battered windows
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We would see their dancing silhouettes
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In the moonlight you would see men gathered
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Around the boots of their old family car
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And the weather was the only thing that mattered
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As they passed beer around their bar
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But we always had fun on the veranda
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As we sang each and every old song
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And our old couch swayed as the music played
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As the Dance at Bigges Camp, waltzed along
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The windmill in the paddock near the ghost gum
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Seemed to glid with the old Gypsy tap
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As the accordion, piano & bass drum
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Kept the beat, for the feet just pat
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And just as the music seemed to settle
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The Westlander would whistle down the track
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And as the ladies emptied every tea kettle
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The beat of the dance band would come back
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But we always had fun on the veranda
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As we sang each and every old song
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And our old couch swayed as the music played
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As the Dance at Bigges Camp, waltzed along
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But my mother never went to the dances
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She would stay home with Nanna and us kids
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For our father had one too many romances
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And we never really knew where he lived
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You see men aren't like railway stations
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Some don't like to stay in the one place D BM
And some men send out the wrong signals
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And their responsibilities they can not face
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But we always had fun on the veranda
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As we sang each and every old song
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And our old couch swayed as the music played
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As the Dance at Bigges Camp, waltzed along
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