###NDC TT Style: Didgeridoo; Theme: Wild West### They say the sun don’t rise the same Once ya’ve sinned ‘neath a Dingo’s name They say the outback don’t forget — It just waits ‘til ya debt’s been met I been called a killer, a fool, a saint But out here, mate, truth’s just paint Name’s Jackaroo Jones — the Boom’rang Man Fastest slinger in the whole red land They took me baby, they took me pride Now all that’s left is the throw an’ the ride So tighten ya hat an’ mind ya breath This dash don’t end ‘til we’ve danced with death Red dusk breathin’ ‘cross the burnin’ plain Bootprints bleedin’ through the fire an’ flame The Dingos ran with me baby’s cry Sky’s gone black an’ so’ve I Me heart’s a drum me soul’s a spark Roamin’ ghosts through the red-dust dark I’m the bloke they call Jackaroo Jones With a boom’rang grin an’ a fist o’ bones Like thunder rollin’ through a bottle o’ pain I sling me sins they swing back again The wind hums low like a mournin’ song Justice croons where the cruel belong Hear that howl? That’s fate’s ol’ laugh Ev’ry oath I swore comes slicin’ back From Alice t’ the edge o’ the black-rock clay Mate, no man outruns what he throws away Boom, boom, b-b-Boom’rang! Ev’ry sin I sling swings back me way! Dust to dawn an’ flame to clay Boom, boom, b-b-Boom’rang! Skipjack kicks like a war-drum’s tune Tail thumpin’ time neath a blood-red moon Dingos cacklin’ by a rusted shack But me hand’s already halfway back Them stars all blink like bullet eyes Countin’ the fallen an’ countin’ the lies I sling what’s sharp it sings like rain Cuts through guilt then comes again Bushfire breathin’ I smell the ash No turnin’ back on this wild west dash The desert hums like a devil’s gong What goes ‘round, mate, don’t take long Boom, boom, b-b-Boom’rang! What goes ‘round comes back with a bang! (Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—) Boom, boom, b-b-Boom’rang! What goes ‘round comes back with a bang! They took me kin, they took me peace Now I’m throwin’ fate till I find release Each curve I sling is a circle o’ pain Comes back quick like the ghost o’ Cain Boom, boom, b-b-Boom’rang! Ev’ry sin I sling swings back me way Fire to ash an’ clay to gray Boom, boom, b-b-Boom’rang! What goes ‘round, comes back with a bang! Reckon I’ll see ya in the spin, mate… No throw ever truly ends — it just waits t’ return.
