Slim Dusty — Where Country is

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He sat by the door of the grand old Birdsville Pub   
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His swag and gear was guarded by a faithful heeler dog   
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He wore a shirt that would blind ya and a rumpled ringers hat   
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This old man was country, he left no doubt of that   
   
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Well he sang of mobs of cattle moving down the Birdsville track   
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And the camels carting wool in the early days outback   
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He sang of wild eyed scrubbers runnin' flat out in the night   
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Tryin' to ring the mob cause the lightnin's quick to fright   
   
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He sat there hillbilly pickin' on a cracked and battered Gibson   
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And the songs that he sang were all his   
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Every song told a story and the more that I listened   
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The more I realised this is where country is        
   
VERSE 2:   
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Well his songs told how they did it and I felt a sense of shame   
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And I wondered if the battler would ever be again   
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His pride in his country rang true in every song   
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And I wondered if the chips were down if I ever would be as strong   
   
Chorus