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Under the thicket coast sky if you listen clear A humming apparent, apprehends your ear; Tilt slowly towards the grumbling creek you’ll hear the string band shuffle their feet. From Coopernook, Comboyne, Cattai, and Cundle Those boys will set your bones a rumble. and if a hex you don’t fancy to hear you best plug up your dainty ear. ‘Cause from this Valley the songs do flow like the summer rain down a Bangalow and not always sweet their notes will ring but rain or not those boys will sing. Come hear, come hear their creaking tune, Guitar as cold as April Moon Above bold and bending bass line rolling, Those muddy notes endless and consoling. Come hear the spider’s banjo feet Whose fangs do prick when first you meet, They sooth and bite whilst singers bleat their brushy tales of sub tropic heat. From the belly of this humid land Spews forth a trio with frets in hand: They hold their stage with stern command So welcome now the Dingo Creek String Band.