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Australia Is His Name
Slim Dusty Lyrics


A Pub with No Beer It's lonesome away, from your kindred and all By the campfir…
Along the Road of Song 'Neath the gumtrees by the roadway, As the sun went down…
Angel Of Goulburn Hill Well I picked up my load, hit the road on…
Answer to the Pub With No Beer It's lonesome away, from your kindred and all By the campfir…
Australia Is His Name On the battlefields across the sea One wet and dismal morn A…
Banjo's Man The question is still asked today, "Who is Banjo′s man, That…
Big Frogs in Little Puddles Big frogs in little puddles laying down the law Tying bows…
Clancy of the Overflow I had written him a letter which I had, for…
Dieseline Dreams He leans out the window and waves to his Mum You'd…
Every Little Bit of Australia Every little bit of Australia is a little bit of…
From The Gulf To Adelaide No doubt you′ve heard of droving trips across the Murringai,…
G'Day Blue Now Blue is known around the town as a real…
Horse And Hobble Days Oh I′ll take you back to the good old days…
Indian Pacific From coast to coast by night and day, hear the…
Leave Him In the Long Yard Yes he's lookin' kind of jaded And his sight is not…
Letter from Down Under There's an Aussie boy in Texas, And tonight he's feeling blu…
Lights On The Hill Oh-hoh-hoh-hoh-yeah It's a long straight road and the engine…
Old Man Drought Hard hit by drought in Queensland and all the neighbouring…
Old Time Country Halls As I pick up my guitar to sing another song I…
Sequel to the Pub With No Beer It's lonesome away, from your kindred and all By the campfir…
The Birdsville Track Way out in heartbreak corner in Australia's far outback The …
The Brass Well 'Tis a legend of the bushmen from the days of…
The Dying Stockman A strapping young stockman lay dying His saddle supporting h…
The Melbourne Cup There's a bustle in the city, there's excitement in the…
Things I See Around Me I sing abaout the things I see around me The beauty…
Trumby Trumby was a ringer A good one too at that He could…
Walk A Country Mile Well I've walked a mile or two-oo in my lifetime And…
Waltzing Matilda Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong
 Under the shade…
When the Rain Tumbles Down in July Let me wander north to the ho-omestead Way out further on…
Where Country Is He sat by the door of the grand old Birdsville…


Sandra


on One Truckie's Epitaph

My brother Terry Radke was the man Slim wrote the song for after he received a letter from Terry's youngest son, Lync. Thank you

Charley Boyter


on Axe Mark On a Gidgee

With horsebells to keep me company

Jake


on Your Country's Been Sold

You say you belong to Australia my friend
And rightly you’d die for this land to defend
But let us be honest, it’s sad but it’s true
Australia my friend doesn’t belong to you

Our country’s been sold by the powers that be
To big wealthy nations way over the sea
We couldn’t be taken by bayonets or lead
And so they decided to buy us instead

And talking of wars and the blood that was spilled
The widows, the crippled, the ones that were killed
And I often wonder if their ghosts can see
What’s happening now to their native country

I wonder if ghosts of the fallen can see
The crime and corruption and vast poverty
With a lost generation of youth on the dole
Who drift on life’s ocean without any goal

I once had a dream of our country so grand
The rivers outback irrigated the land
With towns and canals in that wasteland out there
And big inland cities with work everywhere

With profit from farming and factory and mine
Was used to develop a nation so fine
Then I woke from my dream into reality
That the wealth of our nation goes over the sea

Yeah you say you belong to Australia my friend
And rightly you’d die for this land to defend
But let us be honest, it’s sad but it’s true
Australia my friend doesn’t belong to you

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