G D His eyes were used to distance and he talked much with his handsD G I guess he sort of felt hemmed in a stranger to this landG D And a lifestyle of another time, another time and placeD G Was written there deep in the lines of this old bushmans faceG D His attire was still in keeping with the far out channel landsD G There was still a strength of character in his hard old bushman's handsG D And his old hat tilted forward was as much a part of himD G As the 80 years of livin' that showed, underneath the brim [Instrumental]D GG D Just somewhere west of Winton mate is where I'd rather beD G To ride out in the dawn time, Mitchell to my horses kneeG D Unroll my swag beside a fire of some long forgotten campD G If I listen close maybe I'll hear a tethered night horse stampG D Just to see again the sunsets as the night falls on the landD G Oh the silent sound of beauty makes the proudest heart expandG D Where the lights of some old homestead beam a warm and welcome glowG G And no travellin' soul went hungry in those days of long ago [Instrumental]D GG D I see a dried up sandy creek bed when the dry comes much too soonD G Watch the wild mob paw for water 'neath an early rising moonG D Maybe I'll see the dust cloud rising from the travellin' mob againD G Hear the whips crack on the tailers as they cross the open plainG D Just somewhere west of Winton mate is where I'd rather beD G To ride out in the dawn time, Mitchell to my horses kneeG D Unroll my swag beside a fire of some long forgotten campD G If I listen close maybe I'll hear a tethered night horse stamp
West Of Winton
Slim Dusty
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