Slim Dusty – Nineteen Eighties Bushman On The Move (Guitar)

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You're asking if I am the modern cowboy.

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Oh, I hardly know the meanin' of your term,

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for another job, and another quid to earn.

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My rig would be the best along these highways.

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In confidence I mention this to you,

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with my fingertips selectors and computerised injectors

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I’m a nineteen eighties bushman on the move.

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Oh, you’ve never see me in expensive moleskins.

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these Cuban heels I hardly can afford.

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hey, look this fancy t-shirt beats them all.

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Oh, I dig the homely beat of country music.

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and the honest story in a country song

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and my wheels are softly ringing to a country favourite singing.

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while this nineteen eighties bushman rolls along.

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Old Granddad worked these highways many years ago.

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I guess we'd think those years were pretty mean;

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with dray and scoop and grader and his team.

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Oh, if only he were here to see the progress

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I wonder if the old man would approve,

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Of the paint job gaily matchin', all the brilliant chrome work flashin'

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And a Nineteen Eighties Bushman on the move. Oh yeah.

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Down below the border Carol's waiting

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In the morning she'll be watching for the rig,

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Standing there a-waving with the kids,

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Oh, I often wonder  is it really worth it.

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Does my woman understand why I must roam?

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With these steering stabilizers, all the faster I can driver her

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I'm a Nineteen Eighties Bushman going home.

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The sun across the lonely west in blazing

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And the night that follows me is coming fast,

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It looks as though I've found the bears at last.

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Oh, I wonder if they think that I'm a cowboy

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Well, they couldn't be much further from the truth.

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with my fingertips selectors and computerised injectors

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Of a Nineteen Eighties Bushman on the move.

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With my gleaming chimneys glinting, the tone of "Road Slave" hinting

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Of a nineteen eighties bushman on the move.