The Aussie Country Music Weekly Top 20
Jul 18, 2026 · 1 hr 7 min · 9 segments
Week commencing 19-Jul-26. Experience the pulse of the Outback with the **Aussie Music Weekly Top 20**! We’re the global home for **independent Australian country**, showcasing the breakout stars and…
I think my compass must be broken Cause I'm always getting lost Every road I take Turns out a mistake Takes me further from your side Some are born to laugh and some are born to cry.
Give me a reason I can believe in.
Something to make me feel alright.
There's nothing new in this story of what Ibsen might have been.
You chose a quieter life I wanted a spotlight A way to chase my crazy dreams Hey Molly, don't you ever wonder why Some are born to laugh and some are born to cry It's four in the morning Waiting for the sun to rise I still see the look of love So keep the fire burning, Molly.
Keep your lantern lit tonight.
Cause I might need a friend before the night's end.
Before the cock has crowed for slight.
Some are born to laugh and some are born to cry.
Give me a reason.
I can believe in something.
Number 19
Calcutta Station, 1909.
The ship came running through the dust and heat to quench their thirst with the cool from the deep.
Out back to Sticky,
the drought held on, though the papers claimed it was long since gone.
Casey smiled at a job well done, that new
window part of his wall with a sign.
He pressed his name and ate in steel, working that chisel steady by feel.
Stand
tall,
you outback sentinels.
Hard as the wind for your paws and wheels.
Sun and grass come and they sway.
I think my compass must be broken Cause I'm always getting lost Every road I take Turns out a mistake Takes me further from your side Some are born to laugh and some are born to cry.
Give me a reason I can believe in.
Something to make me feel alright.
There's nothing new in this story of what Ibsen might have been.
You chose a quieter life I wanted a spotlight A way to chase my crazy dreams Hey Molly, don't you ever wonder why Some are born to laugh and some are born to cry It's four in the morning Waiting for the sun to rise I still see the look of love So keep the fire burning, Molly.
Keep your lantern lit tonight.
Cause I might need a friend before the night's end.
Before the cock has crowed for slight.
Some are born to laugh and some are born to cry.
Give me a reason.
I can believe in something.
Number 19
Calcutta Station, 1909.
The ship came running through the dust and heat to quench their thirst with the cool from the deep.
Out back to Sticky,
the drought held on, though the papers claimed it was long since gone.
Casey smiled at a job well done, that new
window part of his wall with a sign.
He pressed his name and ate in steel, working that chisel steady by feel.
Stand
tall,
you outback sentinels.
Hard as the wind for your paws and wheels.
Sun and grass come and they sway.
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