Slim Dusty – Some Things Never Change Out Here (Guitar)

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An old man stands by the homestead door in his boots and his bushman's gear.

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His Akubra hat has a hole in the felt and the blue cattle dog sits near.

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The old man's son owns this run on the northwest slopes and plains.

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With his sons and wife, it's their whole life in the home of the big road trains.

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And the bush kids come home with their welcome run as they greet us each time near.

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where the dams are dry 'neath the dusty sky, Some things never change out here.

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Some tales have told of the days of old when the horses pulled the plough.

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Of the yokes and chains and the bridle reins when they rarely went to town.

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The myxo kills the rabbit still, it's a painful death that's clear.

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The horses shade from the midday blaze, some things never change out here.

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Yes, the bush kids come home with their welcome run as they greet us each time near.

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where the dams are dry 'neath the dusty sky, Some things never change out here.

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The dingoes run from the dogger's gun, the emu proudly roams.

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With his sharpened beak he'll fiercely reap a crop that's just been sown

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The night sky falls, the shadows call the big white moon to Earth.

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In the morning time the frost will shine like a blanket on the Earth

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Yes, the bush kids come home with their welcome run as they greet us each time near.

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where the dams are dry 'neath the frosty sky, Some things never change out here.

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Yes the bush kids come home with their welcome run as they greet us each time near.

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where the dams are dry 'neath the dusty sky, Some things never change out here.

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Some things never change out here

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Some things never change out here.