Believe It Or Not (1996 Digital Remaster)-Slim Dusty

歌手 : Slim Dusty
语种 : 英语
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TXT Believe It Or Not (1996 Digital Remaster)-Slim Dusty 文本歌词

Believe It Or Not (1996 Digital Remaster) - Slim Dusty (西林·得斯提)
He was a gun shearer a ringer of sheds
Who had come to the end of his run
So he let out a yell
And threw down his blade
The last of his ten had been done
Then he went to the office
And asked for his cheque
And the manager paid him in cash
Then he rolled up his blanket
And started for home
'Ere he gambled at cards and got rash
He camped for the night
'Neath some trees by the road
Away from the cold and the damp
When a swagman came out of the ev'nin' dusk
And started to make up his camp
Come and join me old timer the shearer said
I've tucker enough here for two
All my tucker bag's light
The old feller said
Thanks boy don't mind if I do
When the meal was finished
They started to talk
In the way that travellers do
An' the old feller said
You been travellin' long
Your gear an' your blankets look new
No I'm not on the track the shearer said
I'm a shearer just finished my run
An' I've five hundred dollars
In this here purse
Just to prove that my job has been done
Oooooh five hundred dollars
The old feller said
That's a lot of money me son
There's many a man been murdered for less
Buried some place on the run
Then he went to his swag
And took out a knife
And also a sharpening stone
As he sharpened the edge
An' he looked up and said
You should never have travelled alone
Oh the shearer thought what a fool he'd been
To open his mouth so wide
He was sure
The old man would wait 'til he slept
An' then bury that knife in his hide
So he lay in his blanket an' waited to hear
The sound as the swagman slept
When he heard the first snore
He slipped out of bed
Into the darkness he crept
That he hadn't gone far
When he thought he could hear
Footsteps not far at the back
So he quickened his pace
From a walk to a trot
The footsteps kept pounding the track
At last he was running flat out in the dark
From fear he was almost blind
An' the faster he went the faster they came
Those footsteps padding behind
Then he stumbled and fell
With a terrible thud
'Cross a log that lay on the track
As he lay there gasping and fancin'
He felt the point of that knife in his back
And there he trembled with energy spent
An' he knew that his race had been run
When the swagman fell over the log at his side
An' whispered who's after us son
Well the shearer heaved a great sigh of relief
An' said no one is after us dad
Well if no one's chasin' the old feller said
What the hell are we runnin' fur lad