When a shearer downs his clippers maybe he'll picked up a pen,
For the scene might be a drover when the campfire glows again,
There are phrases to be fashioned, rhymes to fit like 'hand in glove',
Bush poets of Australia write the stories that we love.
There's a warmth throughout their verses like the friendliness you find,
If you ever left the city and it's comforts far behind,
Help the spirit of the outback, not afraid of any test,
They could be it's share of story of the glory of the west.
[Instrumental]
Holmes paint a wide brown picture when a drought sweeps o'er the land,
And it's swollen muddy rivers when the big wet takes command,
Simple tales of homely pleasures find their way onto a page,
May the special brand of humour and their charm will never age.
It could be an old-time barn dance or a monthly trip to town,
That will fire imagination and a rough pen writes it down,
Or a pencil full of teeth marks might recall a grand event,
Like a rodeo or race day to which everybody went.
[Instrumental]
Oh the buggy is a mem'ry and old Dobbins had his day,
They still roll out in verses bringing romance on the way,
To our Pattersons and Lawsons let us wish them one and all,
May their numbers be like gum trees ever are proud and growing tall,
So when a shearer downs his slippers maybe he'll picked up a pen,
For the scene might be a drover when the campfire glows again,
There are phrases to be fashioned rhymes to fit like 'hand in glove',
Bush poets of Australia write the stories that we love.
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From his album: "Just Slim With Old Friends"
For the scene might be a drover when the campfire glows again,
There are phrases to be fashioned, rhymes to fit like 'hand in glove',
Bush poets of Australia write the stories that we love.
There's a warmth throughout their verses like the friendliness you find,
If you ever left the city and it's comforts far behind,
Help the spirit of the outback, not afraid of any test,
They could be it's share of story of the glory of the west.
[Instrumental]
Holmes paint a wide brown picture when a drought sweeps o'er the land,
And it's swollen muddy rivers when the big wet takes command,
Simple tales of homely pleasures find their way onto a page,
May the special brand of humour and their charm will never age.
It could be an old-time barn dance or a monthly trip to town,
That will fire imagination and a rough pen writes it down,
Or a pencil full of teeth marks might recall a grand event,
Like a rodeo or race day to which everybody went.
[Instrumental]
Oh the buggy is a mem'ry and old Dobbins had his day,
They still roll out in verses bringing romance on the way,
To our Pattersons and Lawsons let us wish them one and all,
May their numbers be like gum trees ever are proud and growing tall,
So when a shearer downs his slippers maybe he'll picked up a pen,
For the scene might be a drover when the campfire glows again,
There are phrases to be fashioned rhymes to fit like 'hand in glove',
Bush poets of Australia write the stories that we love.
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From his album: "Just Slim With Old Friends"