Slim Dusty – West Of Winton (Guitar)

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His eyes were used to distance and he talked much with his hands

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I guess he sort of felt hemmed in a stranger to this land

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And a lifestyle of another time, another time and place

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Was written there deep in the lines of this old bushmans face

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His attire was still in keeping with the far out channel lands

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There was still a strength of character in his hard old bushman's hands

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And his old hat tilted forward was as much a part of him

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As the 80 years of livin' that showed, underneath the brim
[Instrumental] D G
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Just somewhere west of Winton mate is where I'd rather be

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To ride out in the dawn time, Mitchell to my horses knee

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Unroll my swag beside a fire of some long forgotten camp

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If I listen close maybe I'll hear a tethered night horse stamp

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Just to see again the sunsets as the night falls on the land

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Oh the silent sound of beauty makes the proudest heart expand

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Where the lights of some old homestead beam a warm and welcome glow

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And no travellin' soul went hungry in those days of long ago
[Instrumental] D G
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I see a dried up sandy creek bed when the dry comes much too soon

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Watch the wild mob paw for water 'neath an early rising moon

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Maybe I'll see the dust cloud rising from the travellin' mob again

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Hear the whips crack on the tailers as they cross the open plain

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Just somewhere west of Winton mate is where I'd rather be

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To ride out in the dawn time, Mitchell to my horses knee

G                                                  D
Unroll my swag beside a fire of some long forgotten camp

D                                                        G
If I listen close maybe I'll hear a tethered night horse stamp
[Outro] D G