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Sydney, ninteen twenty six
Sydney 1926, this is the story of a man
He was more than just a batsman, he was something like a tide
More than just one man, he could take on any side
They always came for Bradman 'cos fortune used to hide in the palm of his hand
A team came out from England, Wally Hammond wore his felt hat like a chief
All through the summer of '28/'29 they gave the greencaps no relief
Some reputations came to grief
They say the darkest hour is right before the dawn
And in the hour of greatest slaughter the great avenger is being born
But who then could have seen the shape of things to come?
In Bradman's first Test he went for eighteen and for one
They dropped him like a gun
Now big Maurice Tate was the trickiest of them all, and a man with a wise cracking habit
But there's one crack that won't stop ringing in his ears
"Hey Whitey! That's my rabbit!"
Bradman never forgot it
He was more than just a batsman, he was something like a tide
More than just one man, he could take on any side
Fathers took their sons 'cos fortune used to hide in the palm of his hand
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England 1930, and the seed burst into flower
All of Jackson's grace failed him, it was Bradman was the power
He murdered them in Yorkshire, he danced with them in Kent
He laughed at them in Leceistershire, Leeds was an event
Three hundred runs he took and rewrote all the books - that really knocked those gents
The critics could not comprehend this nochalant phenomenon
This man is a machine they said, even his friends say he isn't human
Even friends have to cut something
He was more than just a batsman, he was something like a tide
More than just one man, he could take on any side
Fathers took their sons 'cos fortune used to hide in the palm of his hand
Summer 1932, and captain Douglas had a plan
When Larwood bowled to Bradman it was more than man to man
Staid Adelaide nearly boiled over, as rage ruled over sense
When Bert Oldfield hit the ground they nearly jumped the fence
Now Bill Woodfull was as fine a man as ever went to wicket
And the bruises on his body that day showed that he could stick it
Yet to this day he's still quoted, and only he could wear it
"There's two sides out there today, and only one of them is playing cricket"
He was stronger than a statue, and bigger than a town
His feet they used to sparkle, and he always kept them on the ground
Fathers took their sons, who never lost the sound of the roar of the grandstand
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Now shadows grow longer, and there's so much more yet to be told
But we're not getting any younger, so let the part tell the whole
Now the players all wear colours, the circus is in town
And I no longer can go down there, down to that sacred ground
He was more than just a batsman, he was something like a tide
More than just one man, he was half the bloody side!
Fathers took their sons 'cos fortune used to hide in the palm of his hand
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