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点击复制So Long, Old Mates (Remaster 1996) - Slim Dusty
Where are the mates I used to have
I wonder where they are
Some still wander and some made good
And others traveled far
Some have gathered their gear and gone
To a better land or worse
Their load was heavy the passing years
Is the weight that oldsters curse
When we were young and the world was wide
And the longest day not hard
We would joke our way from dawn to dark
Through the mob in the branding yard
One I remember when I was there
Who helped me in early years
When I was the butt of the stockrail jokes
He taught me to take the jeers
In life he didn't amount to much
He came from further out
He was only a lanky coloured lad
A station rouse about
I've thanked him often in after life
For the things he taught me then
He guided my youth through the stockman's life
In the hard tough world of men
Although he didn't amount to much
All that he had he gave
He was white enough and man enough
To rest in a soldier's grave
Forgotten by most of the ones he knew
And those of his tribal tree
The world forgetting the world forgot
Except by mates like me
So long old mate from early days
Wherever you may be
May the grass be green and the water good
From care may your days be free
I've traveled a span of the road of life
And I've learned to understand
Through mate ship the way it was meant to be
Has no colour creed nor land