[00:00.00]Where Country Is (1998 Digital Remaster) - Slim Dusty (西林·得斯提)
[00:09.11]He sat by the door of the grand old birds ville pub
[00:16.09]His swag and gear guarded by a faithful healer dog
[00:22.95]He wore a shirt that would blind ya and a rumpled ringer's hat
[00:30.58]This old man was country he left no doubt of that
[00:37.31]There was legend in the lines of his weather beaten face
[00:43.62]Those eyes had seen a lot of changes in the Aussie race
[00:51.34]The passing of the horseman the death of an ace
[00:57.76]Seems to me he's doubts that we've turned a better page
[01:04.73]He sat there hillbilly pickin' on a cracked and battered Gibson
[01:10.47]And the songs that he sang were all his
[01:16.09]Every song told a story and the more that I'd listen
[01:21.65]The more I realized this is where country is
[01:34.55]He sang of mobs of cattle moving down the birds ville track
[01:41.11]And the camels carting wool in the early days outback
[01:48.58]He sang of wild eyed scrubbers ridin' flat out in the night
[01:54.20]Tryin' to ring the mob 'cause lightning's quick to fright
[02:00.10]And he sang loudly and proudly of our pioneering ladies
[02:05.97]And I suspect that one such lass was his
[02:11.06]Home in this early frontier country was lonely dirt floor Humphrey
[02:17.31]No doubt about it this man knows where country is
[02:29.50]His songs told how they did it and I felt a sense of shame
[02:36.63]And I wondered if the battler would ever be again
[02:43.71]His pride for his country rang true in every song
[02:50.29]And I wondered if the chips were down I would be as strong
[02:56.95]He sat there hillbilly pickin' on a cracked and battered Gibson
[03:02.62]And the songs that he sang were all his
[03:08.22]Every song told a story and the more that I'd listen
[03:14.74]The more I realized this is where country is
[03:21.87]Yes mate we're so far from the city here
[03:27.60]You know what this is where country is
[03:37.13]Dust storms flies