Slim Dusty - Where Country Is lyrics

He sat by the door of the grand old Birdsville Pub His swag and gear guarded by a faithful heeler dog He wore a shirt that would blind ya and a rumpled ringer's hat This old man was country, he left no doubt of that There was legend in the lines of his weather beaten face Those eyes had seen a lot of changes Aussie race The pa**ing of the horseman, the d**h of an ace Seems to me he's doubys, that we've turned a better page He sat there hillbilly pickin' on a cracked and battered Gibson And the songs that he sang were all his Every song told a story and the more I'd listen The more I realized this is where country is Well he sang of mobs of cattle moving down the Birdsville track And the camels carting wool in the early days outback He sang of wild eyed scrubbers ridin' flat out in the night Tryin' to ring the mob, 'cause lightning's quick to fright And he sang loudly and proudly of our pioneering ladies and I suspect that one such la** was his Home in this early frontier country,was lonely dirt floor Humphrey No doubt about it, this man knows where country is His songs told how they did it and I felt a sense of shame And I wondered if the battler would ever be again His pride for his country rang true in every song And I wondered, if the chips were down, I would be as strong He sat there hillbilly pickin' on a cracked and battered Gibson And the songs that he sang were all his Every song told a story and the more I'd listen The more I realized this is where country is Spoken You know what mate, we're so far from the city here Know what - that's where country is,dust storms, flies Fade out