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Slim Dusty - Sweeney lyrics
It was somewhere in September and the sun was goin' down When I came in search of coffee, to a Darling River town Come-And-Have-A-Drink we'll call it, 'tis a fitting name I think And 'twas raining, for a wonder, up at Come-And-Have-A-Drink Underneath the pub verandah I was resting on a bunk When a stranger rose before me, and he said that he was drunk He apologised for speaking, there was no offence he swore But he somehow seemed to fancy that he'd seen my face before He agreed you can't remember all the chaps you chance to meet And he said his name was Sweeney, people lived in Sussex Street He was camping in a stable, that he swore that he was right Only for the blanky horses walkin' over him all night He'd apparently been fighting, for his face was black and blue And it looked as though the horses had been treading on him too But an honest genial twinkle in the eye that wasn't hurt Seemed to hint of something better, spite of drink and rags and dirt He was born in Parramatta and he said with humour grim That he'd like to see the city, 'ere the liquor finished him But he couldn't raise the money, he was damned if he could think What the Government was doing here, he offered me a drink I declined, 'twas self-denial and I lectured him on booze Using all the hackneyed arguments that preachers mostly use Things I'd heard in temperance lectures, I was young and rather green And I ended by referring to the man he might have been But he couldn't stay to argue, for his beer was nearly gone He was glad, he said, to meet me, and he'd see me later on But he guessed he'd have to go and get his bottle filled again And he gave a lurch and vanished in the darkness and the rain-ac |
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