A Drover's Life
Slim Dusty Lyrics


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As I write this little story, I may be feelin′ blue,
For the swag is wet and sodden and the fly has blown in too,
The rain is comin' heavy and the wind is very chill,
And I sometimes feel like howling, with the dingo′s on the hill.
There's a joke that comes from memory, it was written long ago,
"The drover's life has pleasures that the townfolk never know"
When you′re sitting on a night horse, on a dark and stormy night,
You see the white horns glis′n in the lightning's silvery light. (oh yeah)
The thunder clashes ′round you and you're soakin′ to the skin,
Tonguing for some nicotine for yoy've done y′ur tobacco in,
You sit out there and wonder, if they jump which way they'll go.
Yeah the drover's life has pleasures that the townfolk never know.
Oh they say it must be thrilling, out beneath the desert stars,
When your only sole companion′s just a mob of mad galahs.
And when you eat the babblers browning, oh, it′s best to close your eyes,
For it's hard to tell the diff′rence between the currants and the flies.
(That's right now)
When the feed is very scanty and the water hole is dry,
The squatter′s sittin' on ya back, it′s enough to make you cry,
When you battle down a dusty stake to a bore that's broken down,
Or a tank shot full of bullet holes by yokels from the town.
Oh they wonder why you hit the grog and curse the lousy station,
Why many a man has cut his throat, in sheer desperation,
So you reckon that you'll chuck it in an′ give something else a go,
Yeah the drover′s life has pleasures than the townsfolk never know.
Oh I sometimes rather doubt it, but then I wouldn't know,




They say this life has pleasures that the townsfolk never know.
(Oh yeah)

Overall Meaning

Slim Dusty's song "A Drover's Life" tells the story of the harsh lifestyle of a drover, a person who moves livestock long distances across the Australian outback. The song's lyrics describe the difficult conditions of life on the road, including being wet and cold in storms, and battling hunger and thirst when water and feed are scarce. The drover's only companions are often galahs, a type of Australian bird, and the babbler bird provides some food, although not without the risk of biting flies. The lyrics suggest the loneliness and isolation of the drover's life, but also describe a sense of freedom and connection to the land that the townsfolk will never experience.


The song is written in a conversational tone, as if the singer is directly addressing the listener. The use of colloquial language and Australian slang adds to the authenticity of the story. For example, "swag" refers to a bedroll used by the drover, "tonguing" means craving, and "yokels" are people from the town who shoot holes in water tanks. The imagery throughout the song is vivid and descriptive, painting a picture of the harsh and unforgiving Australian outback.


Line by Line Meaning

As I write this little story, I may be feelin' blue,
As I write this, I might be feeling sad


For the swag is wet and sodden and the fly has blown in too,
My bedroll is soaked and there's flies buzzing around


The rain is comin' heavy and the wind is very chill,
It's raining hard and the wind is cold


And I sometimes feel like howling, with the dingo's on the hill.
I feel like howling like the dingoes in the distance


There's a joke that comes from memory, it was written long ago, "The drover's life has pleasures that the townfolk never know"
There's an old saying that the life of a drover has unique joys that city folk cannot experience


When you're sitting on a night horse, on a dark and stormy night,
When you're riding a horse in the dark during a thunderstorm


You see the white horns glis'n in the lightning's silvery light. (oh yeah)
You can see the animals' white horns shining in the lightning flashes


The thunder clashes 'round you and you're soakin' to the skin,
The thunder is booming and you're getting completely drenched


Tonguing for some nicotine for you've done y'ur tobacco in,
Craving nicotine when you've smoked all your tobacco


You sit out there and wonder, if they jump which way they'll go.
You sit there questioning which direction the cattle will go if they startle


Yeah the drover's life has pleasures that the townfolk never know.
Once again, emphasizing the unique joys of drover's life


Oh they say it must be thrilling, out beneath the desert stars,
Some people think it's exciting to be under the stars in the desert


When your only sole companion's just a mob of mad galahs.
Your only company is a group of noisy parrots


And when you eat the babblers browning, oh, it's best to close your eyes,
When you eat a bird called a babbler, it's better to close your eyes and not look at it


For it's hard to tell the diff'rence between the currants and the flies. (That's right now)
It's difficult to distinguish between the currants and insects that may have flown onto your food


When the feed is very scanty and the water hole is dry,
When there's not much food and there's no water at the water hole


The squatter's sittin' on ya back, it's enough to make you cry,
The owner of the cattle is pressuring you, which is really frustrating


When you battle down a dusty stake to a bore that's broken down,
When you work hard to get to a well that's not working


Or a tank shot full of bullet holes by yokels from the town.
Or a water tank that's been riddled with holes by inexperienced people from the city


Oh they wonder why you hit the grog and curse the lousy station,
People wonder why you drink alcohol and complain about the bad ranch


Why many a man has cut his throat, in sheer desperation,
Many people have become so despondent they took their own lives


So you reckon that you'll chuck it in an' give something else a go,
You're thinking about quitting and trying something else


Yeah the drover's life has pleasures that the townfolk never know.
The song wraps up with another mention of the unique joys of a drover's life


Oh I sometimes rather doubt it, but then I wouldn't know,
The singer admits that he sometimes doubts the pleasures of the drover's life since he's never lived in a city


They say this life has pleasures that the townsfolk never know. (Oh yeah)
The lyrics restate the common wisdom that the drover's life holds joys that city life cannot match




Writer(s): David Gordon Kirkpatrick, Thomas John Quilty

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@Dallas-Nyberg

Great times with Barry Thornton & Joy McKean backing him - We will never the likes on these shows again --- they were honest and unforgettable... I am glad I was able to see them when I was young.... RIP Slim & Barry

@brianmcgrath594

II have listen to this song since I was a young man what a great Australian song

@dougf1144

DougF,
This song reminds me of a cook we had (for a short time) while working in Shark Bay late 1960's,

@franklinbryant2746

Doug F I'd like to know more about that!

@cherrimusic7128

Classic song haha, love it  RIP Slim  :-)

@09brissy

good song,no more like slim left,brings a tear to my eye

@gerarddoyle7772

still have the lp, cassettes, love you Slim,,

@warrenhennessy7684

That is tippercly Australia lwas probably 13/14 and lwill always love slim a music 2021

@EarlJohn61

"The Great Australian adjective" I love it

@darrelclay7641

Loved going to see slim live in concert .never be another like him rip mate

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