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
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
Written by
Joy McKean
Capo 1
[Intro]
D
D E
From coast to coast by night and day
A7 D
Hear the clicking of the wheels
G
The humming of the diesel
On her ribbons of steel
A
Carrying the memories
Of a nation built by hand
D
See the Indian Pacific span the land
D E
She's the pride of all the railway men
A7 D
Cross country where she flies
G
From the blue Pacific waters
To where the mountains rise
A
By lakes and wide brown rivers
Through desert country dry
D
See the Indian Pacific passing by
G
Oh the Indian Pacific
D
She goes rolling down the track
G
Five thousand miles to travel
D A
Before she's there and back
D E
Beside the line a drover waves
A7 D
His battered old grey hat
G
And kids are catching yabbies
Down by the river flat
A
And a woman hangs her washing
In the backyard near the line
D
As the Indian Pacific's rolling by
[Fiddle Solo]
D G D A D G D A D
D E
Hear the whistle blowing lonely
A7 D
'Neath the Nullabor star light
G
Saluting those who walked across
The track she rides tonight
A
Calling to the railway camp
And the fettlers on the line
D
I'm the Indian Pacific right on time
D E
From the silver of the Broken Hill
A7 D
To old Kalgoorlie gold
G
She mirrors all the colours
Of the land so hard and old
A
Then the western flowers are blooming
And the air is just like wine
D
And the Indian Pacific's making time
G
Oh the Indian Pacific
D
She goes rolling down the track
G
Five thousand miles to travel
D A
Before she's there and back
D E
From the waters of the western sea
A7 D
To the eastern ocean sand
G A D
The Indian Pacific spans the land
G A D
Oh The Indian Pacific spans the land
Joy McKean
Capo 1
[Intro]
D
D E
From coast to coast by night and day
A7 D
Hear the clicking of the wheels
G
The humming of the diesel
On her ribbons of steel
A
Carrying the memories
Of a nation built by hand
D
See the Indian Pacific span the land
D E
She's the pride of all the railway men
A7 D
Cross country where she flies
G
From the blue Pacific waters
To where the mountains rise
A
By lakes and wide brown rivers
Through desert country dry
D
See the Indian Pacific passing by
G
Oh the Indian Pacific
D
She goes rolling down the track
G
Five thousand miles to travel
D A
Before she's there and back
D E
Beside the line a drover waves
A7 D
His battered old grey hat
G
And kids are catching yabbies
Down by the river flat
A
And a woman hangs her washing
In the backyard near the line
D
As the Indian Pacific's rolling by
[Fiddle Solo]
D G D A D G D A D
D E
Hear the whistle blowing lonely
A7 D
'Neath the Nullabor star light
G
Saluting those who walked across
The track she rides tonight
A
Calling to the railway camp
And the fettlers on the line
D
I'm the Indian Pacific right on time
D E
From the silver of the Broken Hill
A7 D
To old Kalgoorlie gold
G
She mirrors all the colours
Of the land so hard and old
A
Then the western flowers are blooming
And the air is just like wine
D
And the Indian Pacific's making time
G
Oh the Indian Pacific
D
She goes rolling down the track
G
Five thousand miles to travel
D A
Before she's there and back
D E
From the waters of the western sea
A7 D
To the eastern ocean sand
G A D
The Indian Pacific spans the land
G A D
Oh The Indian Pacific spans the land
Slow Club
Slow Hollows
Slow J
Slowdive
Slurpyj