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Beer Drinking Songs of Australia
Slim Dusty Lyrics


Answer to the Pub With No Beer It's lonesome away, from your kindred and all By the campfir…
Born With an Endless Thirst Old Jimmy he liked whiskey, for whippin' the old TB Hank…
Callaghan's Hotel There's the same old coaching stable that's been used by…
Duncan I love to have a beer with Duncan I love to…
Joe Maguire's Pub Oh I wandered into Tamworth from a station in the…
Mad Jacks' Cockatoo There′s a man that went out, in the flood time…
My Pal Alcohol Now I've been drinkin’ since I was four ain't had enough…
Pay Day At The Pub Now the weary week has ended, it's pay day on…
Pub With No Beer It's lonesome away, from your kindred and all By the campfir…
The Hangover Song When you wake up in the morning of the night…
The Pubs Still Make A Quid Where has the brumby breaker gone the man who lived…
Three Rivers Hotel We curse at the things that go wrong through the…
You'Ve Got To Drink The Froth To Get The Beer There's some who like to protest and a lot who…


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