Biografía:
Slim es sin duda el músico australiano más prolífico, con más de 5 millones discos vendidos en Australia. "Forward Looking Back", editado el año 2000, hace el numero 100 de su carrera.
David Gordon Kirkpatrick se crió en una granja lechera de las colinas de Kempsey (Nueva Gales del Sur), y ya a la edad de 10 años tenía el sueño de ser músico. Tras seis décadas de de carrera ha llegado a ser uno de los intérpretes de música country más importantes fuera de los EE.UU.
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- 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
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Verse]
G
The camp gear’s in the store room, all the packs are in the shed
C G
With the dust of seven summers on their hide
G
Saddle straps are hard and brittle stirrup irons are rusty red
A7 D
For the canning stock route finished when wally dowling died
G
No more cattle travel southward thro the spinifex and sand
C G
All the wells are falling in along the track
B7 C
Now the cannings but a legend just a lonely desert land
G D G
And it’s doubtful if the munjongs want it back
[Verse]
G
Eight hundred miles of sandhills now and then a sandstone ridge
C G
With a salt lake here and there with samphire flat
G
An oasis in the desert you can find at durba springs
A7 D
Bubbling, running water it’s a fact
G
But unless you own a camel you could never travel there
C G
And a horse would fail now the wells have fallen in
B7 C
For the sandhills on the canning, reach a hundred feet or more
G D G
And it’s certain that no car could take you in
[Verse]
G
The famous never never and the place they call outback
C G
Two elusive lands that few men ever found
G
Are located on the canning down that lonely desert track
A7 D
Where to be this very moment would be worth a thousand pound
G
To be with wally dowling, whipping water from the well
C G
While the stockmen hold the mob back from the trough
B7 C
Stop the thirsty bullocks trampling in their great desire to drink
G D G
Just to do one trip would suit me well enough
[Verse]
G
But my wish is just a daydream which can never be fulfilled
C G
For when wally died the stock route had its day
G
Now the billiluna cattle are travelling down to broome
A7 D
In a roaring diesel road train to the meat works by the bay
G
And the tick line stops the others every station in the north
C G
No one may use the canning if he would
B7 C
So they truck their beef to wyndham and sell for what its worth
G D G
And i doubt they’d use the canning if they could
[Verse]
G
It’s really had its day now and won’t be used again
C G
No more drovers horse bells ringin will be heard
G
For a cattle loaded road train smothered in its diesel fumes
A7 D
Now struggles up the rise in lower third
G
When i travel up the canning i am sure to be alone
C G
With my camels and some thoughts of yesterday
B7 C
They will take me slowly northward till at last the trip is done
G D G
And find contentment when i’ve stowed the packs away
G
The camp gear’s in the store room, all the packs are in the shed
C G
With the dust of seven summers on their hide
G
Saddle straps are hard and brittle stirrup irons are rusty red
A7 C D G
For the canning stock route finished when wally dowling died
G
The camp gear’s in the store room, all the packs are in the shed
C G
With the dust of seven summers on their hide
G
Saddle straps are hard and brittle stirrup irons are rusty red
A7 D
For the canning stock route finished when wally dowling died
G
No more cattle travel southward thro the spinifex and sand
C G
All the wells are falling in along the track
B7 C
Now the cannings but a legend just a lonely desert land
G D G
And it’s doubtful if the munjongs want it back
[Verse]
G
Eight hundred miles of sandhills now and then a sandstone ridge
C G
With a salt lake here and there with samphire flat
G
An oasis in the desert you can find at durba springs
A7 D
Bubbling, running water it’s a fact
G
But unless you own a camel you could never travel there
C G
And a horse would fail now the wells have fallen in
B7 C
For the sandhills on the canning, reach a hundred feet or more
G D G
And it’s certain that no car could take you in
[Verse]
G
The famous never never and the place they call outback
C G
Two elusive lands that few men ever found
G
Are located on the canning down that lonely desert track
A7 D
Where to be this very moment would be worth a thousand pound
G
To be with wally dowling, whipping water from the well
C G
While the stockmen hold the mob back from the trough
B7 C
Stop the thirsty bullocks trampling in their great desire to drink
G D G
Just to do one trip would suit me well enough
[Verse]
G
But my wish is just a daydream which can never be fulfilled
C G
For when wally died the stock route had its day
G
Now the billiluna cattle are travelling down to broome
A7 D
In a roaring diesel road train to the meat works by the bay
G
And the tick line stops the others every station in the north
C G
No one may use the canning if he would
B7 C
So they truck their beef to wyndham and sell for what its worth
G D G
And i doubt they’d use the canning if they could
[Verse]
G
It’s really had its day now and won’t be used again
C G
No more drovers horse bells ringin will be heard
G
For a cattle loaded road train smothered in its diesel fumes
A7 D
Now struggles up the rise in lower third
G
When i travel up the canning i am sure to be alone
C G
With my camels and some thoughts of yesterday
B7 C
They will take me slowly northward till at last the trip is done
G D G
And find contentment when i’ve stowed the packs away
G
The camp gear’s in the store room, all the packs are in the shed
C G
With the dust of seven summers on their hide
G
Saddle straps are hard and brittle stirrup irons are rusty red
A7 C D G
For the canning stock route finished when wally dowling died
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