[00:00.00]Old Scobie - Slim Dusty
[00:07.32]For a starter of description just to get the picture right
[00:11.67]Bowlegged bold and lively 5 foot 8 or 9 in height
[00:16.89]Of stocky build complexion dark his age slow on the rise
[00:22.06]A smiling face and light grey hair and pale blue western eyes
[00:28.35]A tough old stag he rolled his swag when itchy feet took over
[00:32.33]His place of birth
[00:33.38]Well I don't know wether Mitchell grass or clover
[00:37.34]But I kinda get the notion as I carry on this ride
[00:42.38]It was somewhere in the sand hills near the channel country side
[00:49.48]Oh he'll make your bloody hair stand up with something that occurred
[00:53.74]And so unrealistic that at first you doubt his word
[00:58.67]Every story is a boomer full of action laughs and strength
[01:03.76]Why hed stretch the Diamantina or the Cooper twice their length
[01:09.27]For years he was a drover in the days of bells and packs
[01:13.09]From the Canning to the Murranji and down the Birdsville track
[01:18.04]He was reared on ribs and brisket don't go in for fancy stuff
[01:23.00]And I guess that's just the reason he's so rugged hard and rough
[01:37.11]When he rides around the cattle restless nights as black as ink
[01:41.04]Summer nights or freezing winter Scobie loves a rum to drink
[01:45.98]Oh I'd like to have the money that he's spent on booze and games
[01:50.92]I could buy a cattle station and a brewery with the change
[01:58.00]Half Australias coloured stockmen that's including women too
[02:01.99]Will remember this codger when their boomerangs were new
[02:07.15]They rode through scrub and lignum where a dog could never bark
[02:11.89]Flushing out defiant mickies missing none though it was dark
[02:16.84]Yeah for years he was a drover in the days of bells and packs
[02:21.12]From the Canning to the Murranji and down the Birdsville track
[02:25.90]He was reared on ribs and brisket don't go in for fancy stuff
[02:30.67]And I guess that's just the reason he's so rugged hard and rough
[02:44.70]When he's drinking in the city townies grip the bar and laugh
[02:48.69]He's a drover just delivered sand goannas all in calf
[02:53.76]And when he tells a tall one it's Kosciusko high
[02:58.59]Then quickly change direction and almost make you cry
[03:07.35]When the Southern Cross and diamond tail at night illuminate
[03:11.53]I often think of Scobie waitin' outside heavens gate
[03:16.28]With his saddlebag and quartpot and branding iron worn thin
[03:21.55]Oh I'll bet he'll con St. Peter and the old man let's him in