Biography:
David Gordon "Slim Dusty " Kirkpatrick AO, MBE (13 June 1927—19 September 2003) was an Australian country music singer-songwriter and producer, with a career spanning nearly eight decades. He was known to record songs in the legacy of Australian poets Henry Lawson and Banjo Patterson that represented the Australian Bush Lifestyle, and also for his many trucking songs. Dusty was the first Australian to have a No. 1 Hit song with Gordon Parsons (Pub With No Beer).
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Other songs:
- Pub With No Beer
- A Fire Of Gidgee Coal
- Born To Be A Rolling Stone
- Camooweal
- Cattlemen From The High Plains
- Charleville
- Country Revival
- Cunnamulla Feller
- Duncan
- End Of The Canning Stock Route
- Gday Gday
- I Must Have Good Terbaccy When I Smoke
- Indian Pacific
- Innaminka Muster
- Keep The Lovelight Shining
- Lace Up Shoes
- Leave Him In The Long Yard
- Leave Him In The Longyard
- Lights On The Hill
- Little Boy Lost
- Lookin Forward Lookin Back
- Looking Forward Looking Back
- Lookn Forward Lookin Back
- My Pal Alcohol
- Old Time Country Halls
- Plains Of Peppimenarti
- Ringer From The Top End
- Rusty Its Goodbye
- Saddle Boy
- Singer From Down Under
- The Biggest Disappointment
- The Day We Sold The Farm
- Three Rivers Hotel
- Travellers Prayer
- Under The Spell Of Highway One
- Waltzing Matilda
- West Of Winton
- When The Rain Tumbles Down In July
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Slim Dusty Saddle Boy CAPO 1
G C
Thru the grey frosty dawn every cold winters morn
G C G D
rode this lad full of life and joy
G C
Every day just the same down the roadway he came
D G
he was known as their own saddle boy
G C
In his youth free from strife he was called from this life
G C G D
from the sorrows of lifes high-way
G C
He was needed above at the homestead of love
D G
for the last final roundup some-day
G C
Now the sad willows wave on a cold silent grave
G C G D
where the tall grasses bend and bow
G C
And the jackasses laugh is the only epitah
D G
o'er the grave of this brave saddle boy.
G C
At the schoolhouse on the rise teacher always watched the skies
G C G D
for the storm clouds that rose like foam
G C
Youve a long way he said so youd better go ahead
D G
saddle up saddle boy ride for home.
G C
He had 10 miles to ride thru the dark countryside
G C G D
as the storms all around raised on
G C
Just one creek left to cross struck by drifwood boy and horse
D G
swept away by the mad raging foam
G C
And the lightning overhead showed the last sandy bed
G C G D
where the boy and the pony lay
G C
And old boundry rider Troy was the the one who found the boy
D G
and who took the saddning message home next day
G C
And the old people say of the long nights in May
G C G D
when the wind thru the valley rolls
G C
Founding hoofbeats resound thru the tall timberland
D G
its there own saddle boy riding home
G C
Thru the grey frosty dawn every cold winters morn
G C G D
rode this lad full of life and joy
G C
Every day just the same down the roadway he came
D G
he was known as their own saddle boy
G C
In his youth free from strife he was called from this life
G C G D
from the sorrows of lifes high-way
G C
He was needed above at the homestead of love
D G
for the last final roundup some-day
G C
Now the sad willows wave on a cold silent grave
G C G D
where the tall grasses bend and bow
G C
And the jackasses laugh is the only epitah
D G
o'er the grave of this brave saddle boy.
G C
At the schoolhouse on the rise teacher always watched the skies
G C G D
for the storm clouds that rose like foam
G C
Youve a long way he said so youd better go ahead
D G
saddle up saddle boy ride for home.
G C
He had 10 miles to ride thru the dark countryside
G C G D
as the storms all around raised on
G C
Just one creek left to cross struck by drifwood boy and horse
D G
swept away by the mad raging foam
G C
And the lightning overhead showed the last sandy bed
G C G D
where the boy and the pony lay
G C
And old boundry rider Troy was the the one who found the boy
D G
and who took the saddning message home next day
G C
And the old people say of the long nights in May
G C G D
when the wind thru the valley rolls
G C
Founding hoofbeats resound thru the tall timberland
D G
its there own saddle boy riding home
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