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Pubs, Trucks & Plains
Slim Dusty Lyrics


A Pub With No Beer (1979 Version) Oh it's-a lonesome away from your kindred and all By the…
Answer to the Pub With No Beer It's lonesome away, from your kindred and all By the campfir…
Back to the Saltbush Plains Throwin′ off these city clothes, Goin' where the gidgee grow…
Born With an Endless Thirst Old Jimmy he liked whiskey, for whippin' the old TB Hank…
By a Fire of Gidgee Coal By a warm electric heater and a softly padded chair In…
Callaghan's Hotel There's the same old coaching stable that's been used by…
Cattlemen from the High Plains You may talk of the ringer from Queensland, The big shearing…
Cunnamulla Fella Now I′m a scrubber, runner and a breaker too I live…
Dieseline Dreams He leans out the window and waves to his Mum You'd…
Duncan I love to have a beer with Duncan I love to…
Gotta Keep Moving Gotta keep movin' an' I'm feelin' good, Got that diesel roa…
He's A Good Bloke When He's Sober There's a character I've met in my travels And of him…
Indian Pacific From coast to coast by night and day, hear the…
Joe Maguire's Pub Oh I wandered into Tamworth from a station in the…
Kelly's Offsider Well they told me tonight that Kelly's offsider just died I…
Land of No Second Chance We buried a man in the scrub today In the desert…
Lights On The Hill Oh-hoh-hoh-hoh-yeah It's a long straight road and the engine…
Long Black Road When I spend a week at home I just sit…
Mechanised Swaggies Im a mechanised swaggie in a Kenworth T950 I haul big…
Names Upon the Wall Men and women of the highway, And the biways of this…
One Truckie's Epitaph My Dad drove a rig on the northcoast run, and we'd…
Paddy William Said he was born on Marble Bar, been a drover…
Pay Day At The Pub Now the weary week has ended, it's pay day on…
Plains of Peppimenarti Yodel Now I've been around Australia and I've travelled ever…
Something In The Pilliga Looking forward, looking back I've come a long way down the…
Star Trucker Well now you see that feller in the Louieville he's got…
The Birdsville Track Way out in heartbreak corner in Australia's far outback The …
The Bloke Who Serves the Beer My name is Tom I own a queensland pub there’s bundy…
The Lady Is A Truckie Barefoot in the cabin Cause she had lost her shoes in…
The Man from Snowy River There was movement at the station, for the word had…
Things I See Around Me I sing abaout the things I see around me The beauty…
Three Rivers Hotel We curse at the things that go wrong through the…
Truckin's in My Blood Now for years I've pushed the semis through the fire…
Trumby Trumby was a ringer A good one too at that He could…
Under The Spell Of Highway One "Under The Spell Of Highway One" lyrics Slim Dusty Lyrics Pl…
Walk A Country Mile Well I've walked a mile or two-oo in my lifetime And…
When the Rain Tumbles Down in July Let me wander north to the ho-omestead Way out further on…


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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