Slim Dusty – End Of The Canning Stock Route (Guitar)
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G The camp gear’s in the store room, all the packs are in the shed C G With the dust of seven summers on their hide G Saddle straps are hard and brittle stirrup irons are rusty red A7 D For the canning stock route finished when wally dowling died G No more cattle travel southward thro the spinifex and sand C G All the wells are falling in along the track B7 C Now the cannings but a legend just a lonely desert land G D G And it’s doubtful if the munjongs want it back
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G Eight hundred miles of sandhills now and then a sandstone ridge C G With a salt lake here and there with samphire flat G An oasis in the desert you can find at durba springs A7 D Bubbling, running water it’s a fact G But unless you own a camel you could never travel there C G And a horse would fail now the wells have fallen in B7 C For the sandhills on the canning, reach a hundred feet or more G D G And it’s certain that no car could take you in
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G The famous never never and the place they call outback C G Two elusive lands that few men ever found G Are located on the canning down that lonely desert track A7 D Where to be this very moment would be worth a thousand pound G To be with wally dowling, whipping water from the well C G While the stockmen hold the mob back from the trough B7 C Stop the thirsty bullocks trampling in their great desire to drink G D G Just to do one trip would suit me well enough
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G But my wish is just a daydream which can never be fulfilled C G For when wally died the stock route had its day G Now the billiluna cattle are travelling down to broome A7 D In a roaring diesel road train to the meat works by the bay G And the tick line stops the others every station in the north C G No one may use the canning if he would B7 C So they truck their beef to wyndham and sell for what its worth G D G And i doubt they’d use the canning if they could
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G It’s really had its day now and won’t be used again C G No more drovers horse bells ringin will be heard G For a cattle loaded road train smothered in its diesel fumes A7 D Now struggles up the rise in lower third G When i travel up the canning i am sure to be alone C G With my camels and some thoughts of yesterday B7 C They will take me slowly northward till at last the trip is done G D G And find contentment when i’ve stowed the packs away G The camp gear’s in the store room, all the packs are in the shed C G With the dust of seven summers on their hide G Saddle straps are hard and brittle stirrup irons are rusty red A7 C D G For the canning stock route finished when wally dowling died