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点击复制Georgina's Son - Slim Dusty
Trucks and roadtrains taking over the drovers been pushed out
The old track is seldom used anymore
This song is dedicated to the drovers of yesterday and today
And to the last of the great droving stock routes the Georgina
Which begins at Lake Nash near Mt. Isa and ends near Bourke
In western New South Wales
I was born in the saddle
Born into a life I'll never leave
The life of the drover
Will always be the only life for me
Like my father before me
I've ridden every stock route in the land
From the Canning to the Birdsville Track
I know 'em like the back of my hand
They call me Georgina's Son
The last one in a long proud family line
I'm the Georgina's Son
Comin' back to ride the old track one more time
From Lake Nash to The Black Stump
This run's for the sake of Auld Lang Syne
'Cause Georgina's Son
Is comin' back to see the old girl one last time
I have seen me some changes
In fifty years and fifteen miles a day
With droughts an' floods an' midnight rushes
Trying to take my life along the way
And I'm still in the saddle
Still tryin' to settle down some restless mob
Stirred up by the distant roar of diesel in the night
Another duffer out to get my job
They call me Georgina's Son
The last one in a long proud family line
I'm the Georgina's Son
Comin' back to ride the old track one more time
From Lake Nash to The Black Stump
This run's for the sake of Auld Lang Syne
'Cause Georgina's Son
Is comin' back to see the old girl one last time
From Lake Nash to The Black Stump
This run's for the sake of Auld Lang Syne
Georgina's Son
Is comin' back to see the old girl one last time