A Drover’s Life(1996 Digital Remaster) - Slim Dusty

A Drover's Life (1996 Digital Remaster) - Slim Dusty
As I write this little story
I may be feelin' blue
For the swag is wet and sodden
And the fly has blown in too
The rain is comin' heavy
And the wind is very chill
And I sometimes feel like howling
With the dingo's on the hill
And a joke that comes from memory
It was written long ago
The drover's life has pleasures
That the townfolk never know
When you're sitting on a night horse
On a dark and stormy night
You see the white horns glis'n
In the lightning's silvery light
Oh yeah
The thunder clashes 'round you
And you're soakin' to the skin
Tonguing for some nicotine
You've done y'ur tobacco in
You sit out there and wonder
If they jump which way they'll go
Yeah the drover's life has pleasures
That the townfolk never know
Oh they say it must be thrilling
Out beneath the desert stars
When your only sole companion's
Just a mob of mad galahs
And when you eat the babblers browning
Oh it's best to close your eyes
For it's hard to tell the diff'rence
Between the currants and the flies
That's right now oh
When the feed is very scanty
And the water hole is dry
The squatter's sittin' on your back
It's enough to make you cry
When you battle down a dusty stake
To a bore that's broken down
Or a tank shot full of bullet holes
By yokels from the town
Oh they wonder why you hit the grog
And curse the lousy station
Why many a man has cut his throat
In sheer desperation
So you reckon that you'll check it in
An' give something else a go
Yeah the drover's life has pleasures
Than the townsfolk never know
Oh I sometimes rather doubt it
But then I wouldn't know
They say this life has pleasures
That the townsfolk never know
Oh yeah