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Slim Dusty lyrics : "Horse and Hobble Days"

Oh I'll take you back to the good old days when our beards hung down our chest
When the bullocks hauled the woolclip in and we turned in fully dressed
They were rough and rowdy mustering camps and wild bulls on the prod

Those horse and hobble days were best when we swung the greenhide rod

Singing hobbles horsebells and halters as we ride over gibber and sand

Singing surcingles stockwhips and saddles and the greasy kip reins in our hands

Oh the bush was such a lively place and the men were likewise too

There were teamsters moving up the track and drovers travelling through
Colt breakers with their tackling gear and the dogger armed with bait
Canteen and springside leggings, horse and hobble days were great


Singing bridles bullwhips and buckers as we ride round the bullocks at night
Singing saddlebags quartpots and scrubbers oh they won't rush but maybe they might


Oh I cut my teeth on a bridle bit and was raised on damper crust
Chased a bull and ever since my friend I've been swallowing cattle dust

Now the Mitchell grass has been my bed and a kneepad for a rest
When yarramans wore the neck straps horse and hobble days were best


Singing cattle camps kruppers and slush lamps as we ride back to camp in the west
Singing scrub dashing ringers and mickys oh the old hobble days were the best

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