Slim Dusty – Blackened Quarts Are Boiling (Guitar)

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Down the Wave Hill track they're coming, twelve and fifteen hundred strong:

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And the lonely nights are gladdened by the watcher's lilting song.

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Dusty pads are wearing deeper, wearing deeper as they wind:

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For the Vesty's mobs are walking with the Bull's Heads close behind.

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Baldies, shorthorns, wild eyed pikers, mobs of ev'ry breed and brand:

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From the wilds of West Australia to the Barkley Tableland.

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While the bullocks from the Gulf runs are walking with the rest:

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And the battered, blackened quarts are boiling on the stock routes North and West!

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Down the river now they're stringing, to the flats of Channel grass:

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And the brumbies wheel and whistle as the bullocks slowly pass.

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Swinging down the lonely stages, as the dust wrack swings aloft:

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From the rolling downs of Avon to the hills of Yelvercroft.

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Mobs for sale and mobs to fatten, on the river flats inside:

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Oh, the good old days still linger, when the outback drovers ride.

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Slowly mobs are feeding campwards as the evening shadows fall,

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And the battered, blackened quarts are boiling in the twilight overall.

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By the plains and scrubs and rivers where the western stars burn bright:

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Oh, the friendly fires are glowing in the drovers' camps tonight.

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While the bullocks from the Gulf runs are walking with the rest:

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And the battered, blackened quarts are boiling on the stock routes North and West!

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  On the stock routes North and West!