Slim Dusty - West of winton

^GHis eyes were used to distance and he talked much with his^D hands ^DI guess he sort of felt hemmed in a stranger to this ^Gland ^GAnd a lifestyle of another time, another time and pl^Dace ^DWas written there deep in the lines of this old bushmans ^Gface

^GHis attire was still in keeping with the far out channel ^Dlands ^DThere was still a strength of character in his hard old bushman's ^Ghands ^GAnd his old hat tilted forward was as much a part o^Df him ^DAs the 80 years of livin' that showed, underneath the^G brim

^GJust somewhere west of Winton mate is where I'd rather ^Dbe ^DTo ride out in the dawn time, Mitchell to my horses^G knee ^GUnroll my swag beside a fire of some long forgotten^D camp ^DIf I listen close maybe I'll hear a tethered night horse^G stamp

^GJust to see again the sunsets as the night falls on the l^Dand ^DOh the silent sound of beauty makes the proudest heart e^Gxpand ^GWhere the lights of some old homestead beam a warm and welcome^D glow ^GAnd no travellin' soul went hungry in those days of lon^Gg ago

^GI see a dried up sandy creek bed when the dry comes much to^Do soon ^DWatch the wild mob paw for water 'neath an early rising ^Gmoon ^GMaybe I'll see the dust cloud rising from the travellin' mob^D again ^DHear the whips crack on the tailers as they cross the open p^Glain

^GJust somewhere west of Winton mate is where I'd rathe^Dr be ^DTo ride out in the dawn time, Mitchell to my horses^G knee ^GUnroll my swag beside a fire of some long forgotten^D camp ^DIf I listen close maybe I'll hear a tethered night horse ^Gstamp