Where is the glory when war is won A man hits the bottle and belts his son So I ran away to the Cattle Run Where I learned to fight and swallow rum And I learned to go barefoot you see Just like an Aborigine For one of their tribe belonged to me The Prettiest Girl in the Kimberley Oooh . . . But I could not marry the girl I adore Black and white was against the law They chain you up to a Boab Tree For kissing an Aborigine But a ringer's heart is immune to pain A bull rips your leg and you carry on You clench your teeth and you cry alone And ride for a week till the poison's gone Oooh . . . But me and my dog we're not alone The Pension provides us with beef and a bone I've given up drifting and drinking rum We're up and about before the sun And I can still quarter a beast in a dash Have your freezer full of spare ribs in a flash And I still dream of the one for me The Prettiest Girl in the Kimberley Oooh . . . Yes I still dream of the one for me The Prettiest Girl in the Kimberley