LRC歌词
[ilingku:045]
[ver:v1.0]
[ti:Old Scobie]
[ar:Slim Dusty]
[al:West Of Winton]
[by:]
[offset:0]
[00:00.000]Old Scobie - Slim Dusty
[00:07.326]For a starter of description just to get the picture right
[00:11.671]Bowlegged bold and lively 5 foot 8 or 9 in height
[00:16.896]Of stocky build complexion dark his age slow on the rise
[00:22.066]A smiling face and light grey hair and pale blue western eyes
[00:28.354]A tough old stag he rolled his swag when itchy feet took over
[00:32.338]His place of birth
[00:33.385]Well I don't know wether Mitchell grass or clover
[00:37.345]But I kinda get the notion as I carry on this ride
[00:42.386]It was somewhere in the sand hills near the channel country side
[00:49.489]Oh he'll make your bloody hair stand up with something that occurred
[00:53.742]And so unrealistic that at first you doubt his word
[00:58.676]Every story is a boomer full of action laughs and strength
[01:03.763]Why hed stretch the Diamantina or the Cooper twice their length
[01:09.275]For years he was a drover in the days of bells and packs
[01:13.097]From the Canning to the Murranji and down the Birdsville track
[01:18.041]He was reared on ribs and brisket don't go in for fancy stuff
[01:23.001]And I guess that's just the reason he's so rugged hard and rough
[01:37.114]When he rides around the cattle restless nights as black as ink
[01:41.044]Summer nights or freezing winter Scobie loves a rum to drink
[01:45.986]Oh I'd like to have the money that he's spent on booze and games
[01:50.923]I could buy a cattle station and a brewery with the change
[01:58.003]Half Australias coloured stockmen that's including women too
[02:01.990]Will remember this codger when their boomerangs were new
[02:07.152]They rode through scrub and lignum where a dog could never bark
[02:11.894]Flushing out defiant mickies missing none though it was dark
[02:16.847]Yeah for years he was a drover in the days of bells and packs
[02:21.124]From the Canning to the Murranji and down the Birdsville track
[02:25.904]He was reared on ribs and brisket don't go in for fancy stuff
[02:30.679]And I guess that's just the reason he's so rugged hard and rough
[02:44.701]When he's drinking in the city townies grip the bar and laugh
[02:48.697]He's a drover just delivered sand goannas all in calf
[02:53.764]And when he tells a tall one it's Kosciusko high
[02:58.595]Then quickly change direction and almost make you cry
[03:07.358]When the Southern Cross and diamond tail at night illuminate
[03:11.536]I often think of Scobie waitin' outside heavens gate
[03:16.286]With his saddlebag and quartpot and branding iron worn thin
[03:21.550]Oh I'll bet he'll con St. Peter and the old man let's him in
文本歌词
Old Scobie - Slim Dusty
For a starter of description just to get the picture right
Bowlegged bold and lively 5 foot 8 or 9 in height
Of stocky build complexion dark his age slow on the rise
A smiling face and light grey hair and pale blue western eyes
A tough old stag he rolled his swag when itchy feet took over
His place of birth
Well I don't know wether Mitchell grass or clover
But I kinda get the notion as I carry on this ride
It was somewhere in the sand hills near the channel country side
Oh he'll make your bloody hair stand up with something that occurred
And so unrealistic that at first you doubt his word
Every story is a boomer full of action laughs and strength
Why hed stretch the Diamantina or the Cooper twice their length
For years he was a drover in the days of bells and packs
From the Canning to the Murranji and down the Birdsville track
He was reared on ribs and brisket don't go in for fancy stuff
And I guess that's just the reason he's so rugged hard and rough
When he rides around the cattle restless nights as black as ink
Summer nights or freezing winter Scobie loves a rum to drink
Oh I'd like to have the money that he's spent on booze and games
I could buy a cattle station and a brewery with the change
Half Australias coloured stockmen that's including women too
Will remember this codger when their boomerangs were new
They rode through scrub and lignum where a dog could never bark
Flushing out defiant mickies missing none though it was dark
Yeah for years he was a drover in the days of bells and packs
From the Canning to the Murranji and down the Birdsville track
He was reared on ribs and brisket don't go in for fancy stuff
And I guess that's just the reason he's so rugged hard and rough
When he's drinking in the city townies grip the bar and laugh
He's a drover just delivered sand goannas all in calf
And when he tells a tall one it's Kosciusko high
Then quickly change direction and almost make you cry
When the Southern Cross and diamond tail at night illuminate
I often think of Scobie waitin' outside heavens gate
With his saddlebag and quartpot and branding iron worn thin
Oh I'll bet he'll con St. Peter and the old man let's him in
