Biografia:
David Gordon "Slim Dusty" Kirkpatrick (June 13, 1927 - September 19, 2003) was an Australian country music singer-songwriter.
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Outras músicas:
- 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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[Verse 1]
E
Should ever I go back to Camooweal,
B7
T'would be in the spring when desert flowers bloom.
Oh the spinifex I know would still be there
E
And the desert pea would brighten up the gloom
E
Should ever I go back to Camooweal
A
One thing is sure I'd not be twenty-two,
E
As if that day when I first wandered there,
B7 E
But mem'ries stay with me as mem'ries do.
[Verse 2]
E
How fresh her mem'ry keeps for still I feel
B7
The velvet softness of her auburn hair,
And see again the moonbeams in her eyes
E
As I did so long ago when I was there.
E
Youth called to youth in that now distant day.
A
I did not heed, my heart did not reveal,
E
And now I know that love was born and lost
B7 E
In that little border town of Camooweal.
[Verse 3]
E
Oh, the long road beckoned on, my feet said go
E
To search beyond the hills for what I'd find.
Although I've wandered far this sunburnt land
E
I've never found what I have left behind.
E
Oh the burning fire of that other spring
A
Is now but ashes, and the hurt won't heal
E
Time heals all wounds they say, but leaves the scar,
B7 E
So I think I'll not go back to Camooweal,
A E
Time heals all wounds they say, but leaves the scar
B7 E
So I think I'll not go back to Camooweal.
B7 E
No, I think I'll not go back to Camooweal.
E
Should ever I go back to Camooweal,
B7
T'would be in the spring when desert flowers bloom.
Oh the spinifex I know would still be there
E
And the desert pea would brighten up the gloom
E
Should ever I go back to Camooweal
A
One thing is sure I'd not be twenty-two,
E
As if that day when I first wandered there,
B7 E
But mem'ries stay with me as mem'ries do.
[Verse 2]
E
How fresh her mem'ry keeps for still I feel
B7
The velvet softness of her auburn hair,
And see again the moonbeams in her eyes
E
As I did so long ago when I was there.
E
Youth called to youth in that now distant day.
A
I did not heed, my heart did not reveal,
E
And now I know that love was born and lost
B7 E
In that little border town of Camooweal.
[Verse 3]
E
Oh, the long road beckoned on, my feet said go
E
To search beyond the hills for what I'd find.
Although I've wandered far this sunburnt land
E
I've never found what I have left behind.
E
Oh the burning fire of that other spring
A
Is now but ashes, and the hurt won't heal
E
Time heals all wounds they say, but leaves the scar,
B7 E
So I think I'll not go back to Camooweal,
A E
Time heals all wounds they say, but leaves the scar
B7 E
So I think I'll not go back to Camooweal.
B7 E
No, I think I'll not go back to Camooweal.
Slow Club
Slow Hollows
Slow J
Slowdive
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