Slim Dusty – Fair Enough (Guitar)

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Give me the good ol' ringer's meal of damper, beef and spuds,

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And let me sleep on the Gidgee stones in my saddle worn moleskin duds,

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Give me a quart of strong black tea and a wedge of soddy duff,

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A pound of weed and a scobie whip and I'll think that's fair enough.

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Oh, let me take a turn once more in the stockyard with a colt,

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Or twist a greenhide bronco rope and you'll find I'm worth my salt,

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Call for me for the midnight watch on a horse that knows his stuff,

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And if they jump, I'll feel at home, and I think that's fair enough.

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Let me see the dust clouds fly before the storm erupts,

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And see those rollin' sandhills rise where the dingo hides her pups,

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A land where the pelicans gorges fish and the scrub bull calls your bluff,

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And the battle of rival brumby bucks is a sight that's fair enough.

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Give me the reins of a four in hand to replace the wrench and spanner,

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And let those horses make the pace in the land of the sand goanna,

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Or take me back to an open camp where the mickies play up rough,

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And I'll sing that night in the fire light and to me that's fair enough.

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Oh, let me drink from the waterhole, no reflections here on Trumby

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And listen to the curlews’ call, the dingo and the brumby,

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And when my time is drawing near and I feel I've had enough,

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Oh, I'll die with memories of the bush and to me that's fair enough.

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Oh, give me the good ol' ringer's meal of damper, beef and spuds,

                                                                 E
And let me sleep on the Gidgee stones in my saddle worn moleskin duds,

                                                         A
Give me a quart of strong black tea and a wedge of soddy duff,

  B7                                                          E
A pound of weed and a scobie whip and I'll think that's fair enough.

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Yeah, a pound of weed and a scobie whip and I'll think that's fair enough.