On
a station out in Queensland where there's stew pot on the stove
There's a mother who goes mustering as well as mending clothes
She's dressing up her family,
there's laughter in the hall
They're all going to the Flying Doctor's Ball
Their land can be bone dry for years and then be swept
in flood But even when the price is cut that country's
in her blood And music holds a special place as seasons
rise and fall So she's going to the Flying Doctor's Ball
She'll dance the night away,
all her troubles kept at bay And her
husband glides her right around the hall
But it's a moonlit night out west tonight and they'll
welcome one and all To go dancing at the Flying Doctor's Ball
The station hands are shouting drinks and stirring
up the bar Talking about a good old free-for-all
Moonlit night out west tonight and they'll welcome one and all
To go dancing at the Flying Doctor's Ball
Let's dance around the floor!
What kind of hospitality they have out in the bush
It's an easy-going helping hand that never seems
to push And they'll set an extra place for you,
hey,
there's no fuss at all And even take you to the Flying Doctor's Ball
She'll dance the night away,
all your troubles kept at bay And the
music glides you right around the hall
But it's a moonlit night out west tonight and they'll
welcome one and all To go dancing at the Flying Doctor's Ball
Yes, to go dancing at the Flying Doctor's Ball
Let's dance around the floor again!
There he goes, Mr. Alice Nedger!
Thank you very much indeed.
Thank you very much.
Thank you.
For the last couple of years I've been all around Australia
and I've been appalled at the situation
out there in the rural section.
So I've decided to write some songs about it,
do something about it and do some shows for them.
Here's one of the first songs we have
released in defence of the rural situation
and it's the one we call Things Are Not
The Same On The Land and that's Fairdinkum.