Galleries of Pink Galahs Lyrics

INTRO/VERSE RIFF:
Galleries of pink galahs, crystal nights with diamond stars
Apricots preserved in jars, that's my home
Land of oceans in the sun, purple hazes, river gum
It breaks your heart when rain won't come, it breaks your heart
It takes a harsh and cruel drought to sort the weaker saplings out
It makes room for stronger trees, maybe that's what life's about
Winter's come, the hills are brown, the shops are closed, the blinds
are down
Everybody's leaving town, they can't go on
The south wind through verandah gauze, whines and bangs the homestead
doors
A mother curses dusty floors, and feels alone
Trucks and bulk bins filled with rust, boy leaves home to make a crust
A father's dreams reduced to dust, but he must go on
Tortured redgums unashamed, sunburnt country, wisely named
Chisel ploughed and wire claimed, but never never, never tamed
SOLO: (Not relative to capo, played on electric guitar)
Whirlwind swirls a paper high, same old news of further dry
Of broken clouds just passing by, that's my home
Land of oceans in the sun, purple hazes, river gum
It breaks your heart when rain won't come, it breaks your heart
End On D Chord