Slim Dusty – The Wave Hill Track (Guitar)

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My thoughts have often wandered to the days that have gone by

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When I was drovin' bullocks across the Murranji

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Oh-ho-ho, they told me in the Isa, just a short time back

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That no more walking bullocks came down the Wave Hill track.

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Instead of dusty stock routes, beef roads have been put through

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And the transports do the droving we drovers used to do

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Oh, instead of dusty stockmen with their quart pots on the boil

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They have thermos flasks and overalls soaked in grease and oil

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They don't use bells and hobbles these trucks don't run that way

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They just pull back a lever and they sit there night and day

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There's no more use for windmills to water the traveling mob

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It only takes a billy full to drew the drover’s job

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They don't take loads of tucker like we drovers used to do

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A loaf of bread and tin of jam will feed the transport crew

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Oh, imagine the old-time drovers with their whiskers blowing back

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Steering a giant Leyland down the wave hill track

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But I think we'll best forget it for the trucks now take our place

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And the whiskery faced old drover is just a dyin' race

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So, we'll leave it to the transports and the men with oil and grease

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Forget the old road drover and may he rest in peace

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My thoughts have often wandered to the days that have gone by

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When I was drovin' bullocks across the Murranji

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Oh-ho-ho, they told me in the Isa, just a short time back

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That no more walking bullocks came down the wave hill track.

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Down the wave hill track