Slim Dusty – Sonny (Guitar)

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With my head stuck in the glovebox cursing, searching for a key

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When a voice said, “G'day Dusty, bloody well remember me?”

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I looked up, yes, it was Sonny, I couldn't place him for a while

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Cause his face was rather beaten from a pretty hard lifestyle.

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Yes, we'd been kids together on the farm, we were good friends

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But our paths have really drifted unbelievably since then

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And our meetings seemed quite regular every two or three years now.

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It gets harder now to pick up threads and talk to him somehow.

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With pride he spoke of old times and his family doing well

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One brother in a mansion, by the seaside with the swell

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Oh, he'd won and lost some fortunes, some for better, mostly worse

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Had hard luck with the horses and a never lasting thirst

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But he's always in the big time, on the up and up, you know

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And he's always heading somewhere in the search for bigger dough

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But his life of beer and brawling in the road camps in the mines

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His life was not so great at all as I read between the lines

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Yes, we'd been kids together on the farm, we were good friends

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But our paths have really drifted unbelievably since then

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And our meetings seemed quite regular every two or three years now.

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It gets harder now to pick up threads and talk to him somehow.

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But I've met him in the city in the midst of maddened rush

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And I've met him in the big towns and small pubs in the bush

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But my heart was rather saddened for a life near damn near destroyed

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I was looking at an old man, that I once knew as a boy

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We'd talked a while and I noticed how he checked the time,

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'The pubs would soon be open', but his offer I decline

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So, he said, 'I'll see you, Dusty,' on the street we shook hands then

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And I wonder what might happen before we'd meet again

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Yes, we'd been kids together on the farm, we were good friends

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But our paths have really drifted unbelievably since then

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Oh, he reminded me of 'Sweeney', you've heard that song before

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As he gave a lurch and headed for the nearest swinging door.