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Slim Dusty
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An Independent Bloke
Yeah, he was a real dried up old gravel voiced bushie this feller Wonder where he is now?
I was standin' in line all the mornin' To answer an ad that I saw Regarding the job on the council There was me and quite a few more A dried up ole bushie before me Pulled a battered old tin from his coat And from fine cut and tallyho papers Proceeded to roll up a smoke.
A hairy young man in the office, Rapped on the desk and said next The old feller stepped up before him And gave him his name and address And the hairy one asked of the old bloke If he have any reference to show If he'd ever done manual labour Or had experience out on the road
The old feller reared up and snorted And the cigarette hung from his lip His hat was pushed back on his forehead His hands they were firm on his hips He looked the young feller all over Took in the mode of his dress The peaches and creamy complexion And I felt that he wasn't impressed
Then he pushed a big hairy paw under The young fellers lily white nose, Slowly he spread out his fingers, hey Said take a gander up those These are my reference for working I was at it before you were born 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 And I'll bet you a quid even money I'll be at it long after you're gone, you mug
I've played the mad pick and the banjo Done many a season in cane I've worn out a dozen good kellys While fencing out there on the plain I've worked for my board and my lodgings In conditions you'd not understand And by hell I've brought in some good money With these very same battered old hands
Experience out on the roadway Is something I learned all about When the banker foreclosed on the mortgage Just after the '65 drought I rolled up my swag and departed A sorry but much wiser man With only my memories to show for The years that I'd spent on the land
So I tramped and I travelled the highways And in bitterness cursed every mile But in time I got over my troubles And learned once again how to smile It's the likes of you pen pushing gentry To bring out the laughter in me You little tin gods of the office ha ha You're too pumped with power to see
Then with a good old Australian expression We were left in no doubt what he meant He turned on his heel and he left us And God only knows where he went
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