Slim Dusty – Paddy William (Guitar)

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Said he was born on Marble Bar,

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been a drover all his life

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With his old dark skin, a wrinkled grin,

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grandchildren and a wife

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He drove cattle through to Camel Wheel

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and up the Isa too

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And his old eyes shone of the days long gone

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and the mates, he knew

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Well I met him there, in Turkey Creek

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as he sat in a four-wheel drive

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I was glad to find his mind was sharp

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and the memories still alive

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Of the droving days and the stockyard camp

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when he rode at the boss' side

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Well he'd been a ringer all his life

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on the western side

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Oh Paddy William is his name

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And droving was his game

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But a thousand miles on the ourback trails

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is a long, long way from home

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Oh Paddy William is his name

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And droving was his game

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But a thousand miles on the ourback trails

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is a long, long way from home

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Well he looked so old and weary

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as he proudly spoke his name

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His old eyes shone like beacons

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when he talked of the droving game

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He said he was born on Marble Bar,

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been a drover all his life

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With his old dark skin and a wrinkled grin,

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said he loved the life

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And I guess he's still in Turkey Creek,

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near the hills of Misty Blue

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And I hope his dreams of the Cattle Run,

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all come true

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And I hope he finds a horse so fine

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to carry him away

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On the droving run, he'll be number one

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Like the good old days

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Oh Paddy William is his name

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And droving was his game

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But a thousand miles on the ourback trails

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is a long, long way from home

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Oh Paddy William is his name

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And droving was his game

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But a thousand miles on the ourback trails

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is a long, long way from home

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So if you're driving through the Kimberleys

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or around the Isa way

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You might see him slowly riding

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with a big mob on the graze

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He'll be tall and straight don't hesitate,

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just call out his name

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Just say g'day there Paddy William,

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Hey,  how's the droving game?

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Oh Paddy William is his name

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And droving was his game

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But a thousand miles on the ourback trails

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is a long, long way from home

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Oh Paddy William is his name

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And droving was his game

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But a thousand miles on the ourback trails

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is a long, long way from home