Where Country Is - 1998 Remaster

[00:07.75] He sat by the door of the grand old Birdsville Pub,
[00:15.23] His swag and gear guarded by a faithful heeler dog,
[00:22.38] He wore a shirt that would blind ya and a rumpled ringer's hat,
[00:29.84] This old man was country, he left no doubt of that.
[00:36.09] There was legend in the lines of his weather beaten face,
[00:42.62] Those eyes had seen a lot of changes Aussie race,
[00:50.24] The passing of the horseman, the death of an ace,
[00:57.68] Seems to me he's doubys, that we've turned a better page.
[01:03.65] He sat there hillbilly pickin' on a cracked and battered Gibson,
[01:09.83] And the songs that he sang were all his,
[01:14.53] Every song told a story and the more I'd listen,
[01:21.09] The more I realized this is where country is.
[01:32.75] Well he sang of mobs of cattle moving down the Birdsville track,
[01:39.65] And the camels carting wool in the early days outback,
[01:47.17] He sang of wild eyed scrubbers ridin' flat out in the night,
[01:53.32] Tryin' to ring the mob, 'cause lightning's quick to fright.
[01:58.91] And he sang loudly and proudly of our pioneering ladies and
[02:05.11] I suspect that one such lass was his.
[02:10.44] Home in this early frontier country, was lonely dirt floor Humphrey,
[02:16.56] No doubt about it, this man knows where country is.
[02:28.43] His songs told how they did it and I felt a sense of shame,
[02:35.82] And I wondered if the battler would ever be again,
[02:42.83] His pride for his country rang true in every song,
[02:49.41] And I wondered, if the chips were down, I would be as strong.
[02:56.17] He sat there hillbilly pickin' on a cracked and battered Gibson,
[03:02.02] And the songs that he sang were all his,
[03:06.63] Every song told a story and the more I'd listen,
[03:13.53] The more I realized this is where country is.
[03:21.28] Spoken
[03:23.35] You know what mate, we're so far from the city here.
[03:28.49] Know what - that's where country is, dust storms, flies.
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