Where Country Is (1998 Digital Remaster)-Slim Dusty

[ti:Where Country Is (1998 Digital Remaster)] [ar:Slim Dusty] [al:The Very Best Of Slim Dusty] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Where Country Is (1998 Digital Remaster) - Slim Dusty (西林·得斯提) [00:09.06]He sat by the door of the grand old birds ville pub [00:13.90] [00:16.04]His swag and gear guarded by a faithful healer dog [00:20.80] [00:22.90]He wore a shirt that would blind ya and a rumpled ringer's hat [00:27.91] [00:30.53]This old man was country he left no doubt of that [00:34.78] [00:37.26]There was legend in the lines of his weather beaten face [00:42.17] [00:43.57]Those eyes had seen a lot of changes in the Aussie race [00:48.91] [00:51.29]The passing of the horseman the death of an ace [00:55.85] [00:57.71]Seems to me he's doubts that we've turned a better page [01:03.07] [01:04.68]He sat there hillbilly pickin' on a cracked and battered Gibson [01:10.42]And the songs that he sang were all his [01:14.12] [01:16.04]Every song told a story and the more that I'd listen [01:20.96] [01:21.59]The more I realized this is where country is [01:26.61] [01:34.50]He sang of mobs of cattle moving down the birds ville track [01:39.37] [01:41.06]And the camels carting wool in the early days outback [01:46.06] [01:48.53]He sang of wild eyed scrubbers ridin' flat out in the night [01:52.88] [01:54.15]Tryin' to ring the mob 'cause lightning's quick to fright [01:58.61] [02:00.05]And he sang loudly and proudly of our pioneering ladies [02:05.92]And I suspect that one such lass was his [02:09.45] [02:11.01]Home in this early frontier country was lonely dirt floor Humphrey [02:16.54] [02:17.26]No doubt about it this man knows where country is [02:21.69] [02:29.45]His songs told how they did it and I felt a sense of shame [02:34.45] [02:36.58]And I wondered if the battler would ever be again [02:41.33] [02:43.66]His pride for his country rang true in every song [02:48.46] [02:50.24]And I wondered if the chips were down I would be as strong [02:55.30] [02:56.90]He sat there hillbilly pickin' on a cracked and battered Gibson [03:02.57]And the songs that he sang were all his [03:06.55] [03:08.17]Every song told a story and the more that I'd listen [03:13.36] [03:14.69]The more I realized this is where country is [03:18.64] [03:21.82]Yes mate we're so far from the city here [03:25.91] [03:27.55]You know what this is where country is [03:30.51] [03:37.08]Dust storms flies