| Song | Where Country Is (1998 Digital Remaster) |
| Artist | Slim Dusty |
| Album | The Very Best Of Slim Dusty |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | Where Country Is (1998 Digital Remaster) - Slim Dusty (西林·得斯提) |
| [00:09.11] | He sat by the door of the grand old birds ville pub |
| [00:16.09] | His swag and gear guarded by a faithful healer dog |
| [00:22.95] | He wore a shirt that would blind ya and a rumpled ringer's hat |
| [00:30.58] | This old man was country he left no doubt of that |
| [00:37.31] | There was legend in the lines of his weather beaten face |
| [00:43.62] | Those eyes had seen a lot of changes in the Aussie race |
| [00:51.34] | The passing of the horseman the death of an ace |
| [00:57.76] | Seems to me he's doubts that we've turned a better page |
| [01:04.73] | He sat there hillbilly pickin' on a cracked and battered Gibson |
| [01:10.47] | And the songs that he sang were all his |
| [01:16.09] | Every song told a story and the more that I'd listen |
| [01:21.65] | The more I realized this is where country is |
| [01:34.55] | He sang of mobs of cattle moving down the birds ville track |
| [01:41.11] | And the camels carting wool in the early days outback |
| [01:48.58] | He sang of wild eyed scrubbers ridin' flat out in the night |
| [01:54.20] | Tryin' to ring the mob 'cause lightning's quick to fright |
| [02:00.10] | And he sang loudly and proudly of our pioneering ladies |
| [02:05.97] | And I suspect that one such lass was his |
| [02:11.06] | Home in this early frontier country was lonely dirt floor Humphrey |
| [02:17.31] | No doubt about it this man knows where country is |
| [02:29.50] | His songs told how they did it and I felt a sense of shame |
| [02:36.63] | And I wondered if the battler would ever be again |
| [02:43.71] | His pride for his country rang true in every song |
| [02:50.29] | And I wondered if the chips were down I would be as strong |
| [02:56.95] | He sat there hillbilly pickin' on a cracked and battered Gibson |
| [03:02.62] | And the songs that he sang were all his |
| [03:08.22] | Every song told a story and the more that I'd listen |
| [03:14.74] | The more I realized this is where country is |
| [03:21.87] | Yes mate we're so far from the city here |
| [03:27.60] | You know what this is where country is |
| [03:37.13] | Dust storms flies |
| [00:00.00] | Where Country Is 1998 Digital Remaster - Slim Dusty xi lin de si ti |
| [00:09.11] | He sat by the door of the grand old birds ville pub |
| [00:16.09] | His swag and gear guarded by a faithful healer dog |
| [00:22.95] | He wore a shirt that would blind ya and a rumpled ringer' s hat |
| [00:30.58] | This old man was country he left no doubt of that |
| [00:37.31] | There was legend in the lines of his weather beaten face |
| [00:43.62] | Those eyes had seen a lot of changes in the Aussie race |
| [00:51.34] | The passing of the horseman the death of an ace |
| [00:57.76] | Seems to me he' s doubts that we' ve turned a better page |
| [01:04.73] | He sat there hillbilly pickin' on a cracked and battered Gibson |
| [01:10.47] | And the songs that he sang were all his |
| [01:16.09] | Every song told a story and the more that I' d listen |
| [01:21.65] | The more I realized this is where country is |
| [01:34.55] | He sang of mobs of cattle moving down the birds ville track |
| [01:41.11] | And the camels carting wool in the early days outback |
| [01:48.58] | He sang of wild eyed scrubbers ridin' flat out in the night |
| [01:54.20] | Tryin' to ring the mob ' cause lightning' s quick to fright |
| [02:00.10] | And he sang loudly and proudly of our pioneering ladies |
| [02:05.97] | And I suspect that one such lass was his |
| [02:11.06] | Home in this early frontier country was lonely dirt floor Humphrey |
| [02:17.31] | No doubt about it this man knows where country is |
| [02:29.50] | His songs told how they did it and I felt a sense of shame |
| [02:36.63] | And I wondered if the battler would ever be again |
| [02:43.71] | His pride for his country rang true in every song |
| [02:50.29] | And I wondered if the chips were down I would be as strong |
| [02:56.95] | He sat there hillbilly pickin' on a cracked and battered Gibson |
| [03:02.62] | And the songs that he sang were all his |
| [03:08.22] | Every song told a story and the more that I' d listen |
| [03:14.74] | The more I realized this is where country is |
| [03:21.87] | Yes mate we' re so far from the city here |
| [03:27.60] | You know what this is where country is |
| [03:37.13] | Dust storms flies |
| [00:00.00] | Where Country Is 1998 Digital Remaster - Slim Dusty xī lín dé sī tí |
| [00:09.11] | He sat by the door of the grand old birds ville pub |
| [00:16.09] | His swag and gear guarded by a faithful healer dog |
| [00:22.95] | He wore a shirt that would blind ya and a rumpled ringer' s hat |
| [00:30.58] | This old man was country he left no doubt of that |
| [00:37.31] | There was legend in the lines of his weather beaten face |
| [00:43.62] | Those eyes had seen a lot of changes in the Aussie race |
| [00:51.34] | The passing of the horseman the death of an ace |
| [00:57.76] | Seems to me he' s doubts that we' ve turned a better page |
| [01:04.73] | He sat there hillbilly pickin' on a cracked and battered Gibson |
| [01:10.47] | And the songs that he sang were all his |
| [01:16.09] | Every song told a story and the more that I' d listen |
| [01:21.65] | The more I realized this is where country is |
| [01:34.55] | He sang of mobs of cattle moving down the birds ville track |
| [01:41.11] | And the camels carting wool in the early days outback |
| [01:48.58] | He sang of wild eyed scrubbers ridin' flat out in the night |
| [01:54.20] | Tryin' to ring the mob ' cause lightning' s quick to fright |
| [02:00.10] | And he sang loudly and proudly of our pioneering ladies |
| [02:05.97] | And I suspect that one such lass was his |
| [02:11.06] | Home in this early frontier country was lonely dirt floor Humphrey |
| [02:17.31] | No doubt about it this man knows where country is |
| [02:29.50] | His songs told how they did it and I felt a sense of shame |
| [02:36.63] | And I wondered if the battler would ever be again |
| [02:43.71] | His pride for his country rang true in every song |
| [02:50.29] | And I wondered if the chips were down I would be as strong |
| [02:56.95] | He sat there hillbilly pickin' on a cracked and battered Gibson |
| [03:02.62] | And the songs that he sang were all his |
| [03:08.22] | Every song told a story and the more that I' d listen |
| [03:14.74] | The more I realized this is where country is |
| [03:21.87] | Yes mate we' re so far from the city here |
| [03:27.60] | You know what this is where country is |
| [03:37.13] | Dust storms flies |