Slim Dusty – A Word To Texas Jack (Guitar)

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Texas Jack, you are amusin'. Great Lord Harry, how I laughed,

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When I seen your rig and saddle with its bulwarks fore-and-aft;

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Holy smoke! From such a saddle how the dickens can you fall?

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Why, I've seen a girl ride bareback with no bridle on at all!

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How I'd like to see a bushman use your fixins, Texas Jack;

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On the remnant of a saddle, he could ride to hell and back.

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Why, I've heard a mother cheerin' when her kid went tossin' by

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Ridin' bareback on a bucker that had murder in his eye.

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You may talk about your ridin' in the city, bold an' free,

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Talk of ridin' in the city, Texas Jack, but where'd you be

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When the stock horse snorts an' bunches all his quarters in a hump,

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And the saddle climbs a sapling, an' the horse-shoes split a stump?

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No, before you teach the native you must ride without a fall

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Up a gum or down a gully nigh as steep as any wall

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You must swim the roarin' Darling when the flood is at its height

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Bearin' down the stock an' stations to the great Australian Bight.

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You can't count the bulls an' bisons that you've copped with your lassoo

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But a stout old myall bullock perhaps could learn you somethin' new;

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You had better make your will an' leave your papers neat an' trim

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Before you make arrangements for the lassooin' of him;

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And you say yer death on Injins! We've got somethin'in you line

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If you think your fightin's equal to the likes of Tommy Ryan.

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Take your carcass up to Queensland where the alligators chew

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And the carpet-snake is handy with his tail for a lassoo;

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Ride across the hazy regions where the lonely emus wail,

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An' you'll find the dark will track you while you're lookin' for his trail;

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He can track you without stoppin' for a thousand miles or more

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Come again, and he will show you where you spat the year before.

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No, you'd best be mighty careful, you'll be sorry you came here

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When your skewered to the fragments of you saddle with a spear

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When the boomerang is sailin' in the air, then heaven help ya!

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It will cut your head off goin', an' come back again and scalp ya.

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Oh, Texas Jack, you are amusin'. Great Lord Harry, how'd I laugh

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When I seen your rig and saddle with its bulwarks fore-and-aft;

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Holy smoke! From such a saddle how the dickens can you fall?

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Why, I seen a girl ride bareback with no bridle on at all.