John Williamson - Prettiest Girl In The Kimberley Lyrics

Where is the glory when war is won
A man hits the bottle and belts his son
So I ran away to the cattle run
Where I learned to fight and swallow rum
And I learned to go bare foot you see
Just like an Aborigine
For one of their tribe belonged to me
The prettiest girl in the Kimberley

But I could not marry the girl I adore
Black and white was against the law
They chain you up to a Boab tree
For kissing an Aborigine
But a ringer's heart is immune to pain
A bull rips your leg and you carry on
You grit your teeth and you cry alone
And ride for a week 'till the poison's gone

But me and my dog we're not alone
The pension provides us with beef and bone
I've given up driftin' and drinking rum
We're up and about before the sun
And I can still quarter a beast in a dash
Have your freezer full of spare ribs in a flash
And I still dream of the one for me
The prettiest girl in the Kimberley