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Land of the Second Chance - Russell Crowe/The Ordinary Fear of God
Lyrics by：Doyle/Crowe
He didn't say her name
He described her with a tear
In 1952 he left that girl and he made his way down here
The ocean raged around him
Cleansed his soul and sharpened his aim
He was coming down to Queensland to cut the sugarcane
Burning fields
I bow my head and bend my back and I will kneel
I'll give the angels thanks
For bringing me here and guiding my hand in this land
The land of the second chance
In '53 he bought a car with the proceeds of the season
He traveled three states coast and bush
Wandering without a reason
He was driving away her memory
Driving himself insane
Then he drove back up to Queensland to cut the sugarcane
Burning fields
I bow my head and bend my back and I will kneel
I'll give the angels thanks
For bringing me here and guiding my hand in this land
The land of the second chance
Troppo is not tropical
It's Italian for crazy in the heat
He got arranged to a spanish girl
But she didn't like his canecutter's teeth
That season he tripled his work load
To prove he was worthy of her hand
When he got back up to Rockhampton
She'd taken off with a handsome man
Five or six years on a gambler's drunk
He woke up in Sydney one morning
A thousand miles south of his last night out
So he took it as the angels warning
That car got him a job fitting aluminium window frames
Floating above the big city
Far away from the sugarcane
Burning fields
I bow my head and bend my back and I will kneel
I'll give the angels thanks
For bringing me here and guiding my hand in this land
The land of the second chance
Forty-five years of married life
Children and children's children
He can still point to where he fitted the glass
And he smiles if you recognize the buildings
Most of his mates have seen the pearly gates
But there's a few that have survived
They sit here and drink espresso
Like it's Florence"Firenze prima della guerra" back in 1935
On a front table at Bill & Toni's
He told the story on Stanley Street
A little hard to understand
That day Mario got brand new teeth
Fifty-three years he's been here
And he says he's never looked back
A fortunate find for a lucky guy
The land of the second chance
Burning fields
I bow my head and bend my back and I will kneel
I'll give the angels thanks
For bringing me here and guiding my hand in this land
The land of the second chance
The land of the second chance
The land of the second chance
