Gordon Bok – The Stable Lad (Guitar)

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When Cobb & Co. ran coaches from the Buller to the Grey

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I went for a livery-stable lad in a halt up Westport way

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And I gave my heart to a red-haired girl, and I left it where she lay

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By the winding Westland highway from the Buller to the Grey

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I've got Neatsfoot on me fingers, and lamp-black on me face

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I've saddle-soaped the harness and hung each piece in place

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But my heart's not in the stable, it's in Charleston far away

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Where Cobb & Co. goes rolling by from the Buller to the Grey

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There's a red-haired girl in Charleston, she's dancing in the bar

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And I know she's not like other girls who dance where miners are

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And I can't forget her eyes and everything they seemed to say

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The day I rode with Cobb & Co. from the Buller to the Grey

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There's a schooner down from Murchison, I can hear her in the gorge

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And I'll have to work the bellows now and redden up the forge

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I'm going to strike that iron so hard, she'll hear it far away

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In the roaring European where the road runs by from Grey

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Some day I'll be teamster with the ribbons in me fist

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And I'll drive that Cobb & Co. Express through rain and snow and mist

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Drive a four-in-hand to Charleston, and no matter what they say

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I'll take me girl up on the box and marry her in Grey

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There's a graveyard down in Charleston where moss trails from the trees

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And the Westland wind comes moaning in from off the Tassman Seas

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And it's there they laid my red-haired girl, in a pit of yellow clay

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As Cobb & Co. went rolling by from the Buller to the Grey