Slim Dusty - Believe It Or Not Lyrics

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He was a gun shearer a ringer of sheds

Who had come to the end of his run

So he let out a yell and threw down his blade

The last of his ten had been done.

Then he went to the office and asked for his cheque

And the manager paid him in cash

Then he rolled up his blanket and started for home

'ere he gambled at cards and got rash

He camped for the night 'neath the trees by the road

Away from the cold and the damp

When a swagman came out of the ev'nin' dusk

And started to make up his camp.

"come and join me old timer" the shearer said

"i've tucker enough here for two."

oemy ole tucker bags light the old feller said

"thanks boy don't mind if i do."

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When the meal was finished they started to talk

In the way that travellers do

An' the old feller said "you been travellin' long?"

"your gear an' your blanket look new."

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"no i'm not on the track" the shearer said

"i'm a shearer just finished my run

An' i've five hundred dollars in this here purse

Just to prove that my job has been done."

"oooooh five hundred dollars" the old feller said

"that's a lot of money me son

There's many a man been murdered for less

Buried some place on the run."

Then he went to his swag and took out a knife

And also a sharpening stone

As he sharpened the edge an' he looked up and said

"you should never have travelled alone."

Oh the shearer thought what a fool he's been

To open his mouth so wide

He was sure the old man would wait 'til he slept

An' then bury that knife in his hide.

So he lay in his blanket an' waited to hear

The sound as the swagman slept

When he heard the first snore he slipped out of bed

Into the darkness he crept.

But he hadn't gone far when he thought he could hear

Footsteps not far at the back

So he quickened his pace from a walk to a trot

The footsteps kept pounding the track.

At last he was running flat out in the dark

From fear he was almost blind

An' the faster he went the faster they came

Those footsteps padding behind.

Then he stumbled and fell with a terrible thud

Cross a log that lay on the track

As he lay there gasping and fancin

He felt the point of that knife in his back.

And there he trembled with energy spent

An' he knew that his race had been run

When the swagman fell over the log at his side

An' whispered "who's after us son?"

Well the shearer heaved a great sigh of relief

An' said "no one is after us dad."

"well if no one's chasin' " the old feller said

"what the hell are we runnin' fur lad."

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