Slim Dusty – Bent-Axle Bob (Guitar)

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I was short of a dollar, so I called on a bloke

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Who’s pay wasn't good, his gear was a joke

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You can't pick and choose when you're down on your luck

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And your only profession is err drivin' a truck

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So, we talked for a spell, and he gave me a job

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This cunning ole guy known as ‘Bent-Axle Bob

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The rig which he owned was an F model Mack

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And the run that I drew was the Territ'ry track

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Bob's freight was the kind which no other would cart

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The places he sent me would just break your heart

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From dead-ends in Balmain to drill rigs out west

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Where the sands of a desert put your gears to the test

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But I battled along an' I shifted some weight

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Old Bent-Axle whinged every time I ran late

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Small wonder if you saw the smoke from the pump

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And saw half the metal that I found in the sump (Oh, that's right yeah.)

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The trailers were buckled, the tyres were worn

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The tarps which he owned were tattered and torn

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The dogs and the chains were all rusty and joined

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Oh ‘Twas easy to see how his nickname was coined

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Every axle was bent, and the dolly was cracked

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The kingpins was strained from the loads they had hacked

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I did what I could mate, yes, I really tried

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And old Bent Axle whinged 'til the day that he died (He did yeah)

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I'm sittin' here at home an' I'm out of a job

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No longer employed by old Bent Axle Bob

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A note from the lawyer, I read what's inside

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Seems I own a road train now since old Bent Axle died

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Yes, I'm heir to the fortune of Bent Axle Bob

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I need a good driver if you need a job

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You can drive this old rig to the scrap dealer’s dump

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Complete with bent axles and that smoky fuel pump.

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Complete with bent axles and smoky fuel pump

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You can drive this old rig to the scrap dealers dump (And leave it there.)