Grandfather Johnson-Slim Dusty

[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [by:时间戳工具V2.0_20200810] [offset:0] [00:00.06]Friends most of my bush ballards are based on true stories [00:05.01]I'd like to sing for you now [00:06.96]A story that is one hundred percent true [00:09.69]Because I know the family [00:11.46]That grandfather Johnson lived with [00:14.13]And like most bush ballards and story songs [00:17.13]These ballards explain themselves as they move along [00:21.42]Here is the true story of Grandfather Johnson [00:31.32]Grandfather Johnson was an old blackman [00:35.82]From a real proud race of men [00:41.22]When he was a child he heard them tell of butchers creek [00:46.02]And the story was old even then [00:51.21]How the white man came and took over the land [00:56.22]And the blood of the blackman mixed with white [01:01.62]But grandfather Johnson was a fullblood man [01:06.90]Proud of his people and their rights [01:11.61]Now grandfather Johnson was a tribal man [01:16.92]He knew all the old hunting ways [01:21.69]He knew how to wield the nulla throw the killer boomerang [01:26.67]And he'd entertain the tourists everyday [01:31.92]And grandfather Johnson had a brand new suit [01:37.05]A new hat for his snowy headed crown [01:42.03]But whenever the tourists where about to arrive [01:47.16]He would change into his old hand me downs [01:52.08]When I asked him the reason he said son you ought to know [01:57.33]My old working clothes look better for the part [02:02.10]I'm just old grandfather Johnson making boomerangs for sale [02:07.50]I'd lose business if I went around looking smart [02:12.69]So he sold them boomerangs and taught them to throw [02:17.73]And they bragged for months of seeing the real thing [02:22.80]When they'd gone grandpa dressed up [02:25.62]Took his money from a bag [02:28.26]And smiled as he paid cash for a new gold ring [02:38.31]He would always bail me up when we met in town [02:43.38]And he'd bite me for some money or a smoke [02:48.12]Oh but I can't forget the day I had to tell grandfather [02:53.73]I was sorry but I was stoney broke [02:58.74]He just nodded and emptied out his pockets [03:04.20]The notes and the silver flowed apace [03:08.85]With a twinkle in his eye he shoved the money in my hand [03:14.28]And laughed at the look upon my face [03:22.08]Well grandfather Johnson died one year on walkabout [03:27.06]In a strange land alone in the dark [03:32.49]No one new his name or knew from where he came [03:37.32]They just found him dead one morning in the park [03:41.97]And they buried grandpa Johnson as a pauper [03:47.07]It was months and months before I even new [03:52.20]I gave his money to the hungry clothes to the poor [03:57.60]And his story I'm giving to you [04:02.40]And his story I'm giving to you