Getting Away from It All
Slim Dusty Lyrics


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I grew sick and tired of the bushland,
And I long for the city so gay,
It seemed that my youth had been wasted,
The best years of life blown away,
The tales I had heard of the big town,
Made my life seem empty and dull,
So one night I fin'ly decided,
To get right away from it all.

So I sold my bridle and saddle,
My horse I turned loose on the run,
I caught the next train for the southland,
My days as a stockmen were done,
I soon learned the ways of the bright lights,
Though life was so different and strange,
Wine, women and song of the night life
Soon made me forget the old dream,
I dressed in the latest of fashion,
Discarded my old western droll,
I wanted no part of the bushland,
At last I was free from it all.

Instrumental

Then one night with music and laughter,
Of women and sparkling champagne,
The setting I grown to be part of,
somehow didn't seem quite the same,
In fancy I saw my old bushmates,
As they stood on the station that day,
And she tried so hard to keep smiling,
And wave as the train pulled away;
Oh, the train whistle echo resounded,
From gullies and mountains so tall,
It seemed to announce that a bushman,
Was getting away from it all.
It's two years ago since I wandered,
away from the old cattle run,
I realize now for the first time,
The wild reckless thing I have done,
Oh, true friends by me were forsaken,
I let my truest love fall,
As out through the doorway of nature,
I walked away from it all.

Instrumental

But old mother nature forgive me,
And open her doorways again,
There still may be time for redemption,
If I can break free from these chains,
Oh the northern bound train now is rolling,
And outside the moon shadows fall,
All the bright lights are fading behind me,




And I'm getting away from it all;
Yes getting away from it all.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Slim Dusty's song "Getting Away from It All" explore the idea of escaping from a monotonous and unfulfilling life in the bush and seeking the excitement of the city, only to find that life there is equally unfulfilling. The singer of the song has grown tired of the bushland, feeling that the best years of his life have been wasted. In search of something more, he sells his horse and gear and catches a train to the southland, leaving behind his life as a stockman.


In the city, he is at first exhilarated by the bright lights and the wine, women, and song of the night life. He discards his old western clothes and embraces the latest fashion. However, over time, he begins to feel disillusioned, and the glittering world of the city loses its shine. He realizes that he has left behind true friends and his true love, and that he has made a wild and reckless decision by abandoning the bush. As he sets off on a train heading north, he hopes that he can find redemption and return to a life closer to nature.


Overall, the song is a poignant exploration of the human desire for change and excitement, and the realization that true contentment and happiness cannot be found solely in external circumstances.


Line by Line Meaning

I grew sick and tired of the bushland,
I was tired of living in the bush.


And I long for the city so gay,
I wanted to live in the city because of the exciting tales I had heard.


It seemed that my youth had been wasted,
I felt like I had wasted my youth living in the bush.


The best years of life blown away,
The best years of my life had gone by.


The tales I had heard of the big town,
I had heard exciting tales about city life.


Made my life seem empty and dull,
The stories I heard made me feel like my life was empty and dull.


So one night I fin'ly decided,
I decided to leave the bush for the city.


To get right away from it all.
I wanted to get away from my life in the bush.


So I sold my bridle and saddle,
I sold my horse-riding equipment.


My horse I turned loose on the run,
I let my horse run free.


I caught the next train for the southland,
I took the next train to the southern part of the country.


My days as a stockmen were done,
I was no longer a stockman.


I soon learned the ways of the bright lights,
I quickly learned about city life.


Though life was so different and strange,
Even though city life was different and strange.


Wine, women and song of the night life
I enjoyed the night life, including drinking, women, and music.


Soon made me forget the old dream,
I forgot about my old dreams of living in the city.


I dressed in the latest of fashion,
I started dressing in the latest styles.


Discarded my old western droll,
I stopped dressing in western clothing.


I wanted no part of the bushland,
I didn't want anything to do with the bush anymore.


At last I was free from it all.
I finally felt free from my old life in the bush.


Then one night with music and laughter,
One night while enjoying music and laughter.


Of women and sparkling champagne,
Drinking and being with women.


The setting I grown to be part of,
The setting I had grown accustomed to.


Somehow didn't seem quite the same,
The setting didn't feel the same anymore.


In fancy I saw my old bushmates,
I imagined my old bush friends and colleagues.


As they stood on the station that day,
As they stood on the train station the day I left.


And she tried so hard to keep smiling,
A woman tried hard to keep smiling as the train pulled away.


And wave as the train pulled away;
And she waved as the train departed.


Oh, the train whistle echo resounded,
The sound of the train whistle echoed.


From gullies and mountains so tall,
The sound echoed from the tall mountains and gullies.


It seemed to announce that a bushman,
It felt like the whistle was announcing that a bushman was leaving.


Was getting away from it all.
That someone was leaving their old life behind.


It's two years ago since I wandered,
It's been two years since I left.


Away from the old cattle run,
Away from my life as a stockman.


I realize now for the first time,
I now realize for the first time.


The wild reckless thing I have done,
That what I did was wild and reckless.


Oh, true friends by me were forsaken,
I left my true friends behind.


I let my truest love fall,
I let my truest love slip away.


As out through the doorway of nature,
As I left the doorway of nature.


I walked away from it all.
I left my old life behind.


But old mother nature forgive me,
But I hope Mother Nature forgives me.


And open her doorways again,
And lets me back into nature.


There still may be time for redemption,
There may still be time for me to find redemption.


If I can break free from these chains,
If I can break free from my current situation.


Oh the northern bound train now is rolling,
The train bound north is now moving.


And outside the moon shadows fall,
The moon is casting shadows outside.


All the bright lights are fading behind me,
The city lights are fading behind me as I leave.


And I'm getting away from it all;
And I'm leaving everything behind once again.


Yes getting away from it all.
I'm truly getting away from it all.




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