Clean Up Our Own Backyard - Slim Dusty

There’s an old rhyme that pits out time take it for what it’s worth

Things are crook at Tallarook and there ain’t no work in Burke

But we still find room for the many who come a-knockin' at our door

And we sell our wide brown acres without a second thought

Some will say we are building a nation rich and strong

But if you take a closer look at it perhaps we’ve got it wrong

Makes you think maybe we’re a bit crazy doing it quite so hard

Shouldn’t be a crime to take the time to clean up our own backyard

In the country towns and the land around, in the city streets and slums

The dreamtime lore has gone before and the walkabout is done

On the streets at night you see the plight of our old ones and our young

And the Salvo refugge overflows, but still the people come

Just a little drop of caring in an ocean of neglect

Can’t stem the tide of anger from the lost and dispossessed

In the land of promise keepin' our promise gets to be too hard

Shouldn’t be a crime to take the time to clean up our own backyard

Make you think maybe we’re a bit crazy doing it quite so hard

Shouldn’t be a crime to take the time to clean up our own backyard