Pilbara Slavery Blues

You can run from Cossack You can hide from Cossack You get shot on the spot in Cossack But you won't be going home, no way You won't be going home You won't be going home, no way You won't be going home They don't call them slaves They don't pay no wage They don't care what Do-gooders say Down in Perth where they're so far away They're reliably informed that the sergeant will look the other way Plenty of sun in Cossack town Plenty of pearl shell to be found Plenty of water for a man to drown But you won't be going home, no way You won't be going home, no You won't be going home, no way You won't be going home Blackbirds crying on Nanny Goat Hill Laughter ringing through the window sills Butcher's Inlet sucks her fill From bones in a turquoise grave Bones in a tumbling grave Bones in a turquoise grave Bones in a tumbling grave 40 degrees, see the covey roam 40 man shackled, marching slow Them chains blister you down to the bone But you won't be going home, no way You won't be going home, no You won't be going home, no way You won't be going home The red land's bleeding like a bursted tick The water's flying like foaming spit And coroner, come investigate quick