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The Very Best Of Slim Dusty
Slim Dusty Lyrics


A Pub with No Beer It's lonesome away, from your kindred and all By the campfir…
By a Fire of Gidgee Coal By a warm electric heater and a softly padded chair In…
Camooweal Should ever I go back to Camooweal 'Twould be in the…
Charleville Well I met her at a disco in the School…
Country Revival They say, "Our music's having a revival." They say, "That co…
Cunnamulla Fella Now I′m a scrubber, runner and a breaker too I live…
Duncan I love to have a beer with Duncan I love to…
G'Day G'Day G'day g'day, how ya goin', what d'ya know, well strike…
I'm Going Back Again To Yarrawonga I'm going back again to Yarrawonga In Yarrawonga I'll linge…
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…
Lights On The Hill Oh-hoh-hoh-hoh-yeah It's a long straight road and the engine…
Looking Forward Looking Back Looking forward, looking back
 I’ve come a long way down th…
Old Time Country Halls As I pick up my guitar to sing another song I…
Plains of Peppimenarti Yodel Now I've been around Australia and I've travelled ever…
Ringer From The Top End I'm a ringer from the top end where ya gotta…
The Biggest Disappointment They had my future wrapped up in a parcel And no…
Three Rivers Hotel We curse at the things that go wrong through the…
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…
We've Done Us Proud We've done us proud to come this far, Down through the…
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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