Текст песни Kernaghan Lee - Where Country Is
Kernaghan Lee - Where Country Is слова песни
He sat by the door of the grand old Birdsville PubHis swag and gera was guarded by a faithful heeler dogHe wore a shirt that would blind ya and a rumpled ringer`s hatThis old man was country, he left no doubt of thatWell he sang of mobs of cattle moving down the Birdsville trackAnd the camels carting wool in the early days outbackHe sang of wild eyed scrubbers runnin` flat out in the nightTryin` to ring the mob cause lightnin`s quick to frightCHORUS He sat there hillbilly pickin` on a cracked and battered Gibson And the songs that he sang were all his Every song told a story and the more that I listened The more I realised this is where the country isWell his songs told how they did it and I felt a sense of shameAnd I wondered if the battler would ever be againHis pride for his country rang true in every songAnd I wondered if the chips were down if I would be as strongCHORUS