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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Leave Him In The Long Yard
[Capo 1]
[INTRO]
A D A D
[Verse 1]
D
Well he's lookin' kinda jaded, And his sight is not the best,
G
And the hair around around his muzzle's turnin' grey.
A
He has seen a hundred musters, And I think its only fair:
D
We leave him in the longyard here today.
[Verse 2]
D
He was broken in the sixties, Maybe 63 or 4.
G
Never faltered always seemed to be on hand,
A
Never have I seen him beaten, By a bullock in the bush,
D
And at night watch he was pick of all the land.
[Verse 3]
D
So leave him out there in the longyard, Do not rush him.
G
Leave him out there with his mate, the baldy bay.
A
With his mates that he can graze, and He can laze with.
D
Leave him there and we will turn him out today.
[Instrumental]
D G A
[Verse 4]
D
Oh yes he's lookin' kinda jaded, And his sight is not the best,
G
And the hair around around his muzzle's turnin' grey.
A
He has seen a hundred musters,
D
And I think its only fair: We leave him in the longyard here today.
[Verse 5]
D
He's entitled to some kindness, In return for all he's been.
G
Now he's failin' and his step is gettin' slow.
A
Let him squander his last summers By the river with his mates,
D
In the paddock where the sweetest grasses grow.
[Verse 6]
D
So leave him out there in the longyard, Do not rush him.
G
Leave him out there with his mate, the baldy bay.
A
Leave him out there till after smoko And we'll catch him.
D
We'll pull his tail and turn him out today.
[Verse 7]
D
Yeah, leave him out there in the longyard, Do not rush him.
A
Leave him out there with his mate, the baldy bay.
Leave him out there till after smoko And we'll catch him.
D
We'll pull his tail and turn him out today.
A D
Yes we'll pull his tail and turn him out today.
A D
Oh leave him there and we will turn him out today.
[Outro]
A D
[Capo 1]
[INTRO]
A D A D
[Verse 1]
D
Well he's lookin' kinda jaded, And his sight is not the best,
G
And the hair around around his muzzle's turnin' grey.
A
He has seen a hundred musters, And I think its only fair:
D
We leave him in the longyard here today.
[Verse 2]
D
He was broken in the sixties, Maybe 63 or 4.
G
Never faltered always seemed to be on hand,
A
Never have I seen him beaten, By a bullock in the bush,
D
And at night watch he was pick of all the land.
[Verse 3]
D
So leave him out there in the longyard, Do not rush him.
G
Leave him out there with his mate, the baldy bay.
A
With his mates that he can graze, and He can laze with.
D
Leave him there and we will turn him out today.
[Instrumental]
D G A
[Verse 4]
D
Oh yes he's lookin' kinda jaded, And his sight is not the best,
G
And the hair around around his muzzle's turnin' grey.
A
He has seen a hundred musters,
D
And I think its only fair: We leave him in the longyard here today.
[Verse 5]
D
He's entitled to some kindness, In return for all he's been.
G
Now he's failin' and his step is gettin' slow.
A
Let him squander his last summers By the river with his mates,
D
In the paddock where the sweetest grasses grow.
[Verse 6]
D
So leave him out there in the longyard, Do not rush him.
G
Leave him out there with his mate, the baldy bay.
A
Leave him out there till after smoko And we'll catch him.
D
We'll pull his tail and turn him out today.
[Verse 7]
D
Yeah, leave him out there in the longyard, Do not rush him.
A
Leave him out there with his mate, the baldy bay.
Leave him out there till after smoko And we'll catch him.
D
We'll pull his tail and turn him out today.
A D
Yes we'll pull his tail and turn him out today.
A D
Oh leave him there and we will turn him out today.
[Outro]
A D
Slow Club
Slow Hollows
Slow J
Slowdive
Slurpyj