Slim Dusty - The Vanishing Breed | Текст песни

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He was lean as the old dog that walked by his side and tough as the tie strap he wore
His face was a legend of living it hard and his years numbered more than three score
His old eyes had seen more than we’ll ever know of the far reaches of the inland
He was part of this country it surely did show like the scars on his work hardened hands

From the high crowned old felt hat that sat on his head to the scuffed and worn heels of his boots
With his sweat caked spring leggings and old faded jeans he was outback down to the grass roots
And his old checkered shirt with the collar all frayed and the yard dust and flies on his back
As he took out the makings before he sat down I knew this was a man you could back

He talked long and low of the country he’d seen and the changes that came with the years
Of the ne’er ending battle of living out here the hardships the heartbreak and tears
The big droughts that took over and crippled the land and the duststorms with no sign of rain
Creeks and the dams long empty and dry and you wondered would they ‘er fill again.

He drew maps in the dust of the country he’d known where water was sure to be found
Pinpointed landmarks should someone go wrong the type of terrain all around
Where the wild horses watered by light of the moon and the gorges where old pikers feed
Their pads not as deep as they were years ago for they’re part of a vanishing breed.

We got up and shook hands and he said so long, mate with his hat knocked the dust off his jeans
Stamped on the butt ground it into the dust old habits die hard so it seems
His old frame seemed much straighter as he walked away there was nought I could him he’d need
He was part of our history that shaped this old land yes part of a vanishing breed
He was part of our history that shaped this old land part of a vanishing breed.