Slim Dusty – Old Dingo (Guitar)

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His dusky, keen, old troubled eyes

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Reveal an awe about him

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As constantly he scans the countryside

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There's a dogger in the country

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And he's seen those tracks before

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And he knows that there's a bounty for his hide.

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So run, Old Dingo, watch your tail

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Keep your wits about you

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Never let your concentration slide

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Oh the word's out that they want you

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And they'll track you 'til you're dead

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As long as there's a bounty for your hide.

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Oh The channel country is his home,

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Way out on the Cooper

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Where the bones of all his generations lie

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And when the moon is rising

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Through the stillness of the night

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From a lonely ridge way out you'll hear him cry

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In the past'ral country, way out west

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You've always been a villain

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And the station folk all say you'll never tame

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But to me you pose less danger

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Than some dogs along our streets

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With their pedigrees and their high-falutin' names

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He mated with domestic breeds

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Gone wild and left to wander

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And for the havoc that it caused he bore the blame

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And because his tracks are frequent

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To these paths, and often seen

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There's a dogger, and his bullet's got your name

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So run, Old Dingo, watch your tail

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Keep your wits about you

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Never let your concentration slide

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Oh the word's out that they want you

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And they'll track you 'til you're dead

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As long as there's a bounty for your hide.

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Oh, they watched his movements day and night

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Until he came to water

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At the station bore beyond the coolabahs

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And as he raced for freedom

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A single shot rang out

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Now he lays to rest beneath the desert stars

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Oh The channel country is his home,

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Way out on the Cooper

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Where the bones of all his generations lie

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And when the moon is rising

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Through the stillness of the night

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From a lonely ridge way out you'll hear him cry

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From a lonely ridge way out you'll hear him cry