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- Bush Poet Merv Webster
(A.B.B.A Bush Poet Rep)
http://www.bushballadeers.com.au/bushpoet.htm
Merv Webster is about to release his first bush ballad E.P.
called The Bushman and The Balladeer.
Two songs he wrote as a tribute to
R.M.Williams and Slim Dusty.
- The Last Goodbye
This week has been a sad old week
To see such a legend go.
Slim Dusty, you’re the King and don’t we know
You have done us and this country proud
With every show.
.And the way you walked a country smile.
You had a beer with Duncan
Many times on the outback track
You boiled your billy by the fire
Of gidgee coals with many a trusty mate.
When they’d meet you in the outback
They would a wave and a toot
And you’d wave and toot back.
You saw the rain come tumbling down
And you’ve seen the flooded stream,
And the dreaded drought away outback
That wrecked the farmer’s dream.
Yes mate, you know what it’s about,
You’ve been and you have seen.
Sometimes you had it bad, sometimes you had it good
But you always carried on regardless
Because you understood.
You just kept looking back, looking forward
To see what’s over the next hill
And the rainy night will be no more lights
Coming over the hill ablinding you
And your eyes won’t feel full of sand..
Your hands will be glued to the golden wheel
Steering your way to Heaven.
For fifty eight years you have travelled this great land
Bringing country music to all that understood.
Black white and brindle
And on the plains of Peppimenarte,
The dark race people’s tears will flow
They idolized you, Slim,,
You must surely know.
No matter where you go
And it’s easy to pick you
With your turned down Akubra hat.
You camped and fished many times
By the old Moil river
With your black brothers.
They called you the Red Male Kangaroo
You had Joy, your soulmate, with you
From when it first begun
But I bet you, along the way
You had lots of fun..
But now you have made your final run
And the golden slip rails are down
Tex, Buddy and Coster
Will be there to greet you
And show you the greatest homestead of all
And I bet there will be some celebrating
So bring the wood up boys
And build a fire for hearty souls
There will be a yarn or two
Around the golden throne.
And I’ll bet you’re sipping on a stubbie mate
Because they don’t have pubs with no beer
So it’s time to close the sliprails mate
Shut them really tight
Until we come riding with saddle boy
On a cold and frosty morn
When we hear the call of Gabriel’s horn
And we will get together
And sing one final song.
So long old mate
I’m closing the long yard golden gate
Where you can rest forever
With all your country mates.
May God bless and keep you.
There will never ever be another Slim Dusty.
Written By
Buddy Bisby,
Branxton NSW
- A Tribute to Slim by a
- Singer/Songwriter from
Holland
- A Young
Boy’s Dreams
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singer / songwriter from Holland -
Dusty
Woodfield (AB) 20-10-2003
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Early back in the 40’s, a little baby boy was born,
On a family farm at the Nulla Nulla Creek in the early dawn.
Grew up in his childhood as David Gordon Kirkpatrick
With country music he grew up, as a real country kid.
Later in the years, as a young boy of ten,
He changed his name and is no more Kirkpatrick then.
Now he goes as Slim Dusty and is following his dream,
And started writing his songs like a real steam machine.
He dreamed of being a country singing songwriter star,
And to get famous in Australia and travellin’ with his
guitar.
Wrote his first song at age of ten called The Way The Cowboy
Dies,
Then the other one came, When The Rain Tumbles Down in July.
He met the singing yodelling McKean Sisters the melody
trail,
He fell in love with one of them, they moved on together and worked on their tales.
Together they wrote many songs for all the people around the
world,
Slim Dusty and Joy McKean, two people on who you can build.
He became a real legend in his own Australian land,
And travelled all around with his travelling country band.
And together with his lovely wife, Joy Mckean, by his side,
Together they travelled a lot and many times passed by.
And then Slim Dusty began, another journey on his own,
Far away from his Australian land he loved to roam.
He was the proudest of all Australians, and he always will be,
He will always be remembered by his music, wait, and you will
see
His guitar strings they are silent now, the hat's forever
gone,
For this true blue Australian legend, this nation does now
mourn.
But the legend still lives on, for all those lives he
touched,
Salute to Slim Dusty, we will surely miss you very much.
© Copyright 2003, Dusty Woodfield Enterprises (from Holland)
email woodfield@home.nl
http://www.dusty-woodfield.com/
Bush Poet Merv Webster (A.B.B.A
Bush Poet Rep)
http://www.bushballadeers.com.au/bushpoet.htm
Merv Webster is about to release his first bush ballad E.P.
called The Bushman and The Balladeer.
Two songs he wrote as a tribute to R.M.Williams
and Slim Dusty.
The Slim Dusty Way
If you're travelling down the 'Slim Dusty
Way'
To the beat of 'Lights on the Hill',
You'll see the billboard at Kundabung
That will make your heart stand still.
A rugged, smiling Aussie
face,
Slim Dusty's 'Done us Proud',
A guitar and an akubra hat
Always stood out well from the crowd.
Slim's boyhood, dairy farm home of
Nulla Nulla, now will never dim,
And 'When the rain tumbles down in July'
We'll relive the songs of Slim.
If you're travelling down to
Kempsey
And see the 'Gumtrees by the Roadway',
Think a moment of Slim, Joy and family,
Who journeyed down such a highway.
If you're feeling a little nostalgic
To 'Walk a country mile',
Head down the 'Slim Dusty Way' you're
Kempsey bound with a smile.
Slim captured the essence of
'Looking forward, looking back',
With a heart-felt song, a Lawson poem,
And many a farming shack.
Linger at the Slim Dusty Centre
To hear a yarn or two,
Sing along to 'Pub with no Beer' at
Taylor's Arm for a touch of Aussie true-blue.
Slim, 'Travelling still, always will',
Down the Slim Dusty Way.
Yvonne Pick (c)
of Norman Park, Qld.
September, 2004.
email
yvonnegpick@optusnet.com.au Slim Dusty -Born to Be . . .
Born to be a traveller
Singing near and far,
Slim loved Australia's outback
And strumming beneath the stars.
Born to be a rolling stone
No moss he wanted to gather,
Hardships and dusty roads
Made the good times so much better.
Slim's 'road of song'
Continues to inspire,
A love of country music
For mateship is the desire.
Born to be honoured
With many a music award,
Slim's 100 plus albums
Are his legacy and just reward.
Called to 'some quiet peaceful valley'
Free to always roam.
The bellbirds still are calling
And willows by the creek are home.
Watching down from heaven
Strumming his travellin' guitar,
Slim's proud of country music
And still smiling from afar.
Yvonne Pick of
Norman Park. Qld.(c)
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NEVER CRIED FOR ELVIS BUT I SHED A TEAR FOR SLIM
Perhaps I'd heard it wrong somehow that quiet September day,
But no, the words rang in my head. Slim Dusty's passed away.
I knew the old bloke had been crook and not that well of late.
Still, legends live forever . though . it seems I'm wrong old
mate.
Like Lawson you could tell a tale about the average bloke,
Though sung them in the ballad style backed by a guitar stroke.
Your songs portrayed an image which aroused our Aussie pride
And most of us we shed a tear when poor old Trumby died.
So rest in peace for now old friend until the trumpet calls;
The spirit of your ballads, mate, ring through life's memories
halls.
A lifetimes dedication proves you where no passing whim;
I never cried for Elvis but I shed a tear for Slim.
You walked a mile or two we know, through muddy tracks and dry
And entertained a lot of folk and made them laugh or cry.
You pioneered an industry and did the real hard yards
And kept alive the sentiments of yesterday's bush bards.
A myriad of campfires echoed tunes that bore your brand.
The Pub With No Beer, Duncan; just two that come to hand.
You made us feel Australian with a sense of wrong and right.
The city bloke, the bushy, whether brindle, black or white.
So rest in peace for now old friend until the trumpet calls;
The spirit of your ballads, mate, ring through life's memories
halls.
A lifetimes dedication proves you where no passing whim;
I never cried for Elvis but I shed a tear for Slim.
They said goodbye in style that day and gathered in their
throngs
And old St Andrews echoed to a melody of songs.
Your passing's left us empty mate, we've lost a true blue friend
And no one lives forever, but the memories will not end.
I know we lost an icon, but his family lost much more
A father, grandad, soul mate of that I am quite sure.
We stand and we salute you Slim despite the fact we know
The final curtain's fallen on the last Slim Dusty show.
So rest in peace for now old friend until the trumpet calls;
The spirit of your ballads, mate, ring through life's memories
halls.
A lifetimes dedication proves you where no passing whim;
I never cried for Elvis but I shed a tear for Slim.
© Merv
Webster - The Goondiwindi Grey.
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http://saddlesaw.com/
ODE TO SLIM DUSTY (LONGYARD
IN THE SKY)
© 2003 Lyrics by Keath Ray
Cooper & Music by Robert Vogrin /
M&M Music Concepts Australia / APRA/AMCOS
Web : http://keathraycooper.tripod.com
Friday, 19 September 2003
RIP
[Chorus]
It’s a lonesome away
From the campfire at night
The boy from the bush .. country icon .. a giant
From the lights on the hill
To the pub with no beer
Slim was our hero .. a legend
Our greatest balladeer
[Verse 1]
The boy from the bush
Is no longer here
Left us but never forgotten
His simple songs gave us much cheer
Like the dusty roads of the outback
The veins in his hands
He sang of his beloved Australia
Sang of his great love for this land
[Verse 2]
Wrote his first song at the age of ten
Travelled the roads all over
Again and again
For fifty odd years
He gave us everything he had
All that he was
From the longyard to the great ocean
This man from Oz
[Verse 3]
Sure gunna miss you Slim
But your passion will live on
In your songs
Reminding us of what we have
This great country .. so proud .. so strong
So farewell to you with a matey goodbye
And may peace be always with you
In that great longyard in the sky
A Large Piece Of
Australia
- A large piece of Australia
Has now faded away~
A country singin legend
He past away today~
Everyone knew of him
Since he first got on the road~
Singin his Australian country songs
Travlin every country mile
Regardless of the load~
Australia will miss him
And all who knew him too~
Slim Dusty was as Australian
As the roo and cockatoo~
He had his very own country style
And his very own country hat~
He was our own Slim dusty
One of the best , no doubting that~
But he will not be forgotten
He will live in the hearts of many~
For when it came to country music
Our Slim was as good as any~
He was our own Slim Dusty
Always one of a kind~
He will live forever
Within our hearts and within our minds~
But his songs will always be around
And they will always be sung~
The songs of our own Slim Dusty
Till Australia's day is done~
Written by Terrence Michael Sutton
copyright Sept 19th .. 2003
In
memory of Slim
may his starlight never Dim
May he play his music to us
for generations to come
and his tunes are simplistic pleasure and
easy to hum
May truckies, drovers, farmers and hands
remember our Aussie Icon Slim
his hat, his songs, his voice, his guitar, his fans
a heart of many generations
his music, his country warmth of song,
the Country music industry,
We take our hats off to you and take it on the chin.
Our thoughts are with you, our True Blue Aussie Mate
Slim
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