<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364403" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Way Out West Of Wagga</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The train winds west from wagga<br>Me - sitting sweating from the sun<br>My swag up on the swaying rack<br>Now beholden to no-one.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It's a morning on the sky line<br>The sun slides slanting rays<br>The countryside is counting<br>In years and not in days.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Way out west of wagga<br>Is why the journey ends<br>I’m off to find my people<br>And cast off city friends.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mob came from out that country<br>That the white folks made their own<br>They sent us off to rail yards<br>And Redfern was our home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s hard there housed in Redfern<br>Caught between two worlds<br>The white man's world don't see us<br>Us cut off from our birth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The line sings out its rhythm<br>The sound of wheel on rail<br>The wheels made in those workshops<br>Those workshops were our gaol.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Way out west of wagga<br>I’m sure that I’ll find my mob<br>I’m told they’re drinking swearing<br>With more flies than there are jobs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yeah, I drank drinks with the piper<br>Lost control and do not know<br>Why what is west of wagga<br>Is now where i must go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Keig">David Keig</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=364403" data-title="Way Out West Of Wagga de David Keig" data-description="The train winds west from wagga Me - sitting sweating from the sun My swag up on the swaying rack Now beholden to no-one. It's a morning on the sky line The sun slides slanting rays The countryside is counting In years and not in days. Way out w..."></div> </div> </div>

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