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slim dusty - coming down the barkly lyrics

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coming down the barkly i was stirin’ up the dust,
was going to be in isa by dinner time or bust,
hadn’t had no sleep and i was weary to the bone,
when the offside tyre busted, i was many miles from
home.

there among the spinifex i stood and cursed my luck,
but they’ve never changed no tyre, so i crawled beneath
that truck,
day break on the barkly can be a dreamy scene,
but beneath the load of cattle is not the place for
dreams.

[instrumental]

my eyes were full of bull dust i had cow muck in my
hair,
busted up my finger, wrestling with the spare,
oh, i thought i’d have a cuppa but the thermos was a
wreck,
then i couldn’t find my matches to light my cigarette.

so i told the world my troubles in a language very
foul,
but all i got for answers was a bellow from a cow, [cow
bellows]
and i thought of happy hours just lazin’ on a horse
behind a mob of cattle on a western water course.

[instrumental]

oh i curse the day the truckies pushed the drover o’er
the hill,
for i’d be sittin’ pretty if i was drovin’ still,
but those drovin’ days are over now, i’m a truckie too,
and i’ve gotta get to isa, i’ve another road to do.

yes i curse the day the truckies pushed the drover o’er
the hill,
for i’d be sittin’ pretty if i was drovin’ still,
but those drovin’ days are over now, i’m a truckie too,
and i’ve gotta get to isa, i’ve another road to do.

- slim dusty lyrics

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