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June 11th, Tropical forest with termite mounds

The Road to Larrimah
(sung to the tune of On the Road to Gundagai)

There's a road, a dusty road, and it goes so very far
Along the road to Larrimah
The mudguards are missing, the radiator hissing,
The oil tank's nearly dry
With water in our petrol, and sand in our pump,
The carburetor's flooding and the hills they make her grunt.
 Still we roar all the more in our semi-trailer Fords
Along the road to Larrimah.

There's a road, a dusty road, and it goes so very far
Along the road to Larrimah
Now, we have our little worries, we have our little cares
We do our own repairs
From sunrise to sunset we are out every day
A couple of tins of bully beef to cheer us on our way
When it rains how it pours and how it comes in through the doors
Along the road to Larrimah

There's a road, a dusty road, and it goes so very far
Along the road to Larrimah
Now there's Symons and McDougall, to lead us on our way
Each morn before break of day
And then there are the Corporals who are at us each day
But the only trouble is that they're always in the way
Still we roar all the more in our semi-trailer Fords
Along the road to Larrimah.

There's a road, a dusty road, and it goes so very far
Along the road to Larrimah
We cruise along at twenty.  At times a wee bit more.
The heads say it is plenty, (we've heard all that before).
But when we're in a hurry, we push the throttle down.
The MP's are the worry, but to us they're just some clowns
Oh the road is very rough and the going, it is tough
Along the road to Larrimah.

Anonymous
Supplied by Doug R. Ralph to Larrimah museum

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