Old Scobie-Slim Dusty

[ti:Old Scobie] [ar:Slim Dusty] [al:West Of Winton] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Old Scobie - Slim Dusty (西林·得斯提) [00:07.32]For a starter of description just to get the picture right [00:11.67]Bowlegged bold and lively 5 foot 8 or 9 in height [00:15.31] [00:16.89]Of stocky build complexion dark his age slow on the rise [00:20.92] [00:22.06]A smiling face and light grey hair and pale blue western eyes [00:26.70] [00:28.35]A tough old stag he rolled his swag when itchy feet took over [00:32.33]His place of birth [00:33.38]Well I don't know wether Mitchell grass or clover [00:36.18] [00:37.34]But I kinda get the notion as I carry on this ride [00:41.46] [00:42.38]It was somewhere in the sand hills near the channel country side [00:46.29] [00:49.48]Oh he'll make your bloody hair stand up with something that occurred [00:53.74]And so unrealistic that at first you doubt his word [00:57.40] [00:58.67]Every story is a boomer full of action laughs and strength [01:02.96] [01:03.76]Why hed stretch the Diamantina or the Cooper twice their length [01:08.01] [01:09.27]For years he was a drover in the days of bells and packs [01:13.09]From the Canning to the Murranji and down the Birdsville track [01:16.91] [01:18.04]He was reared on ribs and brisket don't go in for fancy stuff [01:21.50] [01:23.00]And I guess that's just the reason he's so rugged hard and rough [01:27.02] [01:37.11]When he rides around the cattle restless nights as black as ink [01:41.04]Summer nights or freezing winter Scobie loves a rum to drink [01:44.80] [01:45.98]Oh I'd like to have the money that he's spent on booze and games [01:50.31] [01:50.92]I could buy a cattle station and a brewery with the change [01:55.26] [01:58.00]Half Australias coloured stockmen that's including women too [02:01.99]Will remember this codger when their boomerangs were new [02:05.87] [02:07.15]They rode through scrub and lignum where a dog could never bark [02:10.73] [02:11.89]Flushing out defiant mickies missing none though it was dark [02:15.70] [02:16.84]Yeah for years he was a drover in the days of bells and packs [02:21.12]From the Canning to the Murranji and down the Birdsville track [02:24.73] [02:25.90]He was reared on ribs and brisket don't go in for fancy stuff [02:29.36] [02:30.67]And I guess that's just the reason he's so rugged hard and rough [02:34.83] [02:44.70]When he's drinking in the city townies grip the bar and laugh [02:48.69]He's a drover just delivered sand goannas all in calf [02:52.42] [02:53.76]And when he tells a tall one it's Kosciusko high [02:57.78] [02:58.59]Then quickly change direction and almost make you cry [03:02.92] [03:07.35]When the Southern Cross and diamond tail at night illuminate [03:11.00] [03:11.53]I often think of Scobie waitin' outside heavens gate [03:15.01] [03:16.28]With his saddlebag and quartpot and branding iron worn thin [03:20.43] [03:21.55]Oh I'll bet he'll con St. Peter and the old man let's him in