《Old Scobie》歌词

[00:00:00] Old Scobie - Slim Dusty

[00:00:07] For a starter of description just to get the picture right

[00:00:11] Bowlegged bold and lively 5 foot 8 or 9 in height

[00:00:16] Of stocky build complexion dark his age slow on the rise

[00:00:22] A smiling face and light grey hair and pale blue western eyes

[00:00:28] A tough old stag he rolled his swag when itchy feet took over

[00:00:32] His place of birth

[00:00:33] Well I don't know wether Mitchell grass or clover

[00:00:37] But I kinda get the notion as I carry on this ride

[00:00:42] It was somewhere in the sand hills near the channel country side

[00:00:49] Oh he'll make your bloody hair stand up with something that occurred

[00:00:53] And so unrealistic that at first you doubt his word

[00:00:58] Every story is a boomer full of action laughs and strength

[00:01:03] Why hed stretch the Diamantina or the Cooper twice their length

[00:01:09] For years he was a drover in the days of bells and packs

[00:01:13] From the Canning to the Murranji and down the Birdsville track

[00:01:18] He was reared on ribs and brisket don't go in for fancy stuff

[00:01:23] And I guess that's just the reason he's so rugged hard and rough

[00:01:37] When he rides around the cattle restless nights as black as ink

[00:01:41] Summer nights or freezing winter Scobie loves a rum to drink

[00:01:45] Oh I'd like to have the money that he's spent on booze and games

[00:01:50] I could buy a cattle station and a brewery with the change

[00:01:58] Half Australias coloured stockmen that's including women too

[00:02:01] Will remember this codger when their boomerangs were new

[00:02:07] They rode through scrub and lignum where a dog could never bark

[00:02:11] Flushing out defiant mickies missing none though it was dark

[00:02:16] Yeah for years he was a drover in the days of bells and packs

[00:02:21] From the Canning to the Murranji and down the Birdsville track

[00:02:25] He was reared on ribs and brisket don't go in for fancy stuff

[00:02:30] And I guess that's just the reason he's so rugged hard and rough

[00:02:44] When he's drinking in the city townies grip the bar and laugh

[00:02:48] He's a drover just delivered sand goannas all in calf

[00:02:53] And when he tells a tall one it's Kosciusko high

[00:02:58] Then quickly change direction and almost make you cry

[00:03:07] When the Southern Cross and diamond tail at night illuminate

[00:03:11] I often think of Scobie waitin' outside heavens gate

[00:03:16] With his saddlebag and quartpot and branding iron worn thin

[00:03:21] Oh I'll bet he'll con St. Peter and the old man let's him in