Tom: G
G D
His eyes were used to distance and he talked much with his hands
D G
I guess he sort of felt hemmed in a stranger to this land
G D
And a lifestyle of another time, another time and place
D G
Was written there deep in the lines of this old bushmans face
G D
His attire was still in keeping with the far out channel lands
D G
There was still a strength of character in his hard old bushman's hands
G D
And his old hat tilted forward was as much a part of him
D G
As the 80 years of livin' that showed, underneath the brim
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D G
G D
Just somewhere west of Winton mate is where I'd rather be
D G
To ride out in the dawn time, Mitchell to my horses knee
G D
Unroll my swag beside a fire of some long forgotten camp
D G
If I listen close maybe I'll hear a tethered night horse stamp
G D
Just to see again the sunsets as the night falls on the land
D G
Oh the silent sound of beauty makes the proudest heart expand
G D
Where the lights of some old homestead beam a warm and welcome glow
G G
And no travellin' soul went hungry in those days of long ago
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D G
G D
I see a dried up sandy creek bed when the dry comes much too soon
D G
Watch the wild mob paw for water 'neath an early rising moon
G D
Maybe I'll see the dust cloud rising from the travellin' mob again
D G
Hear the whips crack on the tailers as they cross the open plain
G D
Just somewhere west of Winton mate is where I'd rather be
D G
To ride out in the dawn time, Mitchell to my horses knee
G D
Unroll my swag beside a fire of some long forgotten camp
D G
If I listen close maybe I'll hear a tethered night horse stamp
