Slim Dusty Clean Up Our Own Backyard
There's an old rhyme that pits out time take it for
what it's worth,
Things are crook at Tallarook and there ain't no work
in Burke,
But we still find room for the many who come a-knockin'
at our door,
And we sell our wide brown acres without a second
thought,
Some will say we are building a nation rich and strong,
But if you take a closer look at it perhaps we've got
it wrong,
Makes you think maybe we're a bit crazy doing it quite
so hard,
Shouldn't be a crime to take the time to clean up our
own backyard.
[Instrumental]
In the country towns and the land around, in the city
streets and slums,
The dreamtime lore has gone before and the walkabout is
done,
On the streets at night you see the plight of our old
ones and our young,
And the sound old rep you go the flow, but still the
people come.
Just a little drop of caring in an ocean of neglect,
Can't stand the tide of anger from the lost and
dispossessed,
In the land of promise keepin' our promise gets to be
too hard,
Shouldn’t be a crime to take the time to clean up our
own backyard.
[Instrumental]
Make you think maybe we're a bit crazy doing it quite
so hard,
Shouldn’t be a crime to take the time to clean up our
own backyard.
