Slim Dusty you're Australia,
And you're Aussie to the core,
You've had it rough and you've had it tough

But you've always known the score.
With your travellin' country band,
You knew what you had to do,

You sang all day, with your "Hey, Hey, Hey"
And you made us proud of you.


You started off at Nulla Creek
With your dad's old violin,
Your wrote your rhyme and you struck hard times

But you met them with a grin.
You kept on tryin', kept your mirth
When you were just a lad,

But you headed down to old Sydney town,
With your music and your dad.


But as you know the city's grim
When you try to be legit,
They take your dough and they all say "no"

And they set you back a bit.
But country lads can can take a knock
And still get up again,

With the rain in July and the fire in your eye
And the blood of your Irish strain.


Slim Dusty you're Australia,
And you're Aussie to the core,
You've had it rough and you've had it tough

But you've always known the score.
With your travellin' country band,
You knew what you had to do,

You sang all day, with your "Hey, Hey, Hey"
And you made us proud of you.


You travelled throughout cities,
And through the wide brown land;
You came along and put to song,

What we all understand.
The heartbreak pair of brumbies,
And Mad Jack's @@#!atoo,

And an inside look at the drovers cook,
That the old bush farmers knew.


So now that you're successful,
You're a legend in our time,
The numbers come and they say that son

He cannot sing or rhyme,
But listen so, they wouldn't know
The folks lie on the nose

So sing a song and we'll sing along
'Til it's time for the pubs do close.


Slim Dusty you're Australia,
And you're Aussie to the core,
You've had it rough and you've had it tough

But you've always known the score.
With your travellin' country band,
You knew what you had to do,

So sing and play through the live long day,
You're Australia through and through.
So sing and play through the live long day,

You're Australia through and through.