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Wildlife Warriors Its Time

John Williamson
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D-DU-UDU
 It's time  to think of why we're proud to be a part of
 A land  so ancient, so hard to get a hold of
Why  the kangaroo and emu  is on the baggy green
Why  do we sing of coolabahs, billabongs and cockatoos
Do  we really care, are we aware  of what we lose
While  we knock it down again  and again and again
C'mon  wattle soldiers, wildlife warriors get angry
 They'll call  you green, they'll call you red
 Just stay strong and turn your head
 And think  of little bilbies and gliders  and rare wallabies
Now's  the time to stir again
It's  time, it's time, it's time,  it's time, IT'S TIME
 Yeah, it's time to stop the slaughter of our native land
 No more telling lies, drawing lines in the sand
 Maybe we didn't know but surely now it's underhand
 No more crocodile tears, did he die in vain
 Did he make us cry, did he suffer all his pain
 So we could knock it down again and again and again
 ©2006 Emusic Pty. Ltd.

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Readable chord sheet for Wildlife Warriors Its Time by John Williamson

[Bb]   [F7]   [Bb]   [F7]   [Bb]  [F7]   [Bb]  [F7]

It's [Bb]time to think of why we're proud to be a part of

A [Eb]land so ancient, so hard to get a hold of

[Cm7]Why the kangaroo and [F7]emu is on the baggy [Bb]green [F7]      [Bb]            [F7]

[Bb]Why do we sing of coolabahs, billabongs and cockatoos

[Eb]Do we really care, are we [Cm7]aware of what we lose

[Eb]While we knock it down [F7]again and again and [Bb]again [F7]      [Bb]            [F7]

[Bb]C'mon wattle soldiers, wildlife warriors get angry  [Gm]

They'll [Bb]call you green, they'll call you red

Just stay strong and turn your head [Gm]

And [Eb]think of little bilbies and [F7]gliders and rare wallabies

[Bb]Now's the time to stir [Eb]again

[Eb]It's time, it's time, it's [F7]time, it's time, IT'S [Bb]TIME [F7]      [Bb]          [F7]

Yeah, it's time to stop the slaughter of our native land
No more telling lies, drawing lines in the sand
Maybe we didn't know but surely now it's underhand
No more crocodile tears, did he die in vain
Did he make us cry, did he suffer all his pain
So we could knock it down again and again and again

©2006 Emusic Pty. Ltd.

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