Slim Dusty.
Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 4:30 pm
Slim ‘n Me.
Slim Dusty was waitin’ on the back of a truck.
A bloody big diesel, engine runnin’ with noise,
smoke from the pipe was puffin’ out muck,
in the front cabin were two army boys.
‘e was waitin’ ‘is turn to join the parade,
the ‘Journey of a Nation’ was soon to begin,
so while we waited alone in the shade
I wondered if me chances would be much too thin.
‘e seemed to be shiftin’ about on ‘is feet
with ‘is ol’ battered ‘at set square on ‘is ‘ead.
I thought if I was just - ‘onest and fleet
I’d catch ‘im right now, cos that’s ‘ow I’m bred.
“ G’day mate ! Slim Dusty ? “ is what I did say.
‘e turned and looked down at me standin’ on tar,
smiled as ‘e paused, cos that is his way
with strangers in Sydney not known from afar.
“ Will ya sign me parade ‘at” I asked ‘im at last
‘e nodded and reached down to grasp me blue cap
with anchors upon it that ‘ave not seen oceans vast.
But ‘e wrote upon it, ‘e is a fair dinkum chap.
The cap’s made from cloth that is so very thin,
the writin’ is scrawly an’ tricky to read, but
‘e said to me “Cobber, I hope that will do”
“Just on the off-chance do you have some paper?”
I searched in a pocket of which there were few
found me a notebook then did a big caper,
passed it to ‘im, for ‘im to collate
some suitable words that might ‘glint in the sun’.
So ‘e wrote on the page - ‘ Slim Dusty, your mate’
then put underneath it - 2001.
(c). Rimeriter. 3/1/01.
Slim Dusty was waitin’ on the back of a truck.
A bloody big diesel, engine runnin’ with noise,
smoke from the pipe was puffin’ out muck,
in the front cabin were two army boys.
‘e was waitin’ ‘is turn to join the parade,
the ‘Journey of a Nation’ was soon to begin,
so while we waited alone in the shade
I wondered if me chances would be much too thin.
‘e seemed to be shiftin’ about on ‘is feet
with ‘is ol’ battered ‘at set square on ‘is ‘ead.
I thought if I was just - ‘onest and fleet
I’d catch ‘im right now, cos that’s ‘ow I’m bred.
“ G’day mate ! Slim Dusty ? “ is what I did say.
‘e turned and looked down at me standin’ on tar,
smiled as ‘e paused, cos that is his way
with strangers in Sydney not known from afar.
“ Will ya sign me parade ‘at” I asked ‘im at last
‘e nodded and reached down to grasp me blue cap
with anchors upon it that ‘ave not seen oceans vast.
But ‘e wrote upon it, ‘e is a fair dinkum chap.
The cap’s made from cloth that is so very thin,
the writin’ is scrawly an’ tricky to read, but
‘e said to me “Cobber, I hope that will do”
“Just on the off-chance do you have some paper?”
I searched in a pocket of which there were few
found me a notebook then did a big caper,
passed it to ‘im, for ‘im to collate
some suitable words that might ‘glint in the sun’.
So ‘e wrote on the page - ‘ Slim Dusty, your mate’
then put underneath it - 2001.
(c). Rimeriter. 3/1/01.