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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Slim Dusty West of Winton
Capo 2nd Fret
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His eyes were used to distance and he talked much with his hands
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I guess he sort of felt hemmed in a stranger to this land
G D
And a lifestyle of another time, another time and place
D G
Was written there deep in the lines of this old bushmans face
G D
His attire was still in keeping with the far out channel lands
D G
There was still a strength of character in his hard old bushman's hands
G D
And his old hat tilted forward was as much a part of him
D G
As the 80 years of livin' that showed, underneath the brim
[Instrumental]
D G
G D
Just somewhere west of Winton mate is where I'd rather be
D G
To ride out in the dawn time, Mitchell to my horses knee
G D
Unroll my swag beside a fire of some long forgotten camp
D G
If I listen close maybe I'll hear a tethered night horse stamp
G D
Just to see again the sunsets as the night falls on the land
D G
Oh the silent sound of beauty makes the proudest heart expand
G D
Where the lights of some old homestead beam a warm and welcome glow
G G
And no travellin' soul went hungry in those days of long ago
[Instrumental]
D G
G D
I see a dried up sandy creek bed when the dry comes much too soon
D G
Watch the wild mob paw for water 'neath an early rising moon
G D
Maybe I'll see the dust cloud rising from the travellin' mob again
D G
Hear the whips crack on the tailers as they cross the open plain
G D
Just somewhere west of Winton mate is where I'd rather be
D G
To ride out in the dawn time, Mitchell to my horses knee
G D
Unroll my swag beside a fire of some long forgotten camp
D G
If I listen close maybe I'll hear a tethered night horse stamp
[Outro]
D G
Capo 2nd Fret
G D
His eyes were used to distance and he talked much with his hands
D G
I guess he sort of felt hemmed in a stranger to this land
G D
And a lifestyle of another time, another time and place
D G
Was written there deep in the lines of this old bushmans face
G D
His attire was still in keeping with the far out channel lands
D G
There was still a strength of character in his hard old bushman's hands
G D
And his old hat tilted forward was as much a part of him
D G
As the 80 years of livin' that showed, underneath the brim
[Instrumental]
D G
G D
Just somewhere west of Winton mate is where I'd rather be
D G
To ride out in the dawn time, Mitchell to my horses knee
G D
Unroll my swag beside a fire of some long forgotten camp
D G
If I listen close maybe I'll hear a tethered night horse stamp
G D
Just to see again the sunsets as the night falls on the land
D G
Oh the silent sound of beauty makes the proudest heart expand
G D
Where the lights of some old homestead beam a warm and welcome glow
G G
And no travellin' soul went hungry in those days of long ago
[Instrumental]
D G
G D
I see a dried up sandy creek bed when the dry comes much too soon
D G
Watch the wild mob paw for water 'neath an early rising moon
G D
Maybe I'll see the dust cloud rising from the travellin' mob again
D G
Hear the whips crack on the tailers as they cross the open plain
G D
Just somewhere west of Winton mate is where I'd rather be
D G
To ride out in the dawn time, Mitchell to my horses knee
G D
Unroll my swag beside a fire of some long forgotten camp
D G
If I listen close maybe I'll hear a tethered night horse stamp
[Outro]
D G
Slow Club
Slow Hollows
Slow J
Slowdive
Slurpyj