Condamine Horse Bell - Slim Dusty

Now I’ve met mates who have been around,

To different states and many towns

I’ve sat and listened to the tales they have to tell

But my world ends at the boundary gate,

A horse and dog are my only mates

And I sing to the ring of the Condamine horsebell

No I wouldn’t change places with any of you,

And I’m never troubled with the lovesick blues

And I sing to the ring of the Condamine horsebell

Well I carry my gear on my old packhorse;

Make my camp by the watercourse

As the full moon rises I love the dingoes yell

Oh with the tall trees sighin' in the lazy breeze

I go to sleep with my mind at ease

Till I wake to the ring of the Condamine horsebell

No I wouldn’t change places with any of you,

And I’m never troubled with the lovesick blues

And I sing to the ring of the Condamine horsebell

When the sun is shinin' like a ball of flame,

Heatwaves dancin' on the hazy plain

I boil my old quartpot and have a spell

As I jog along I love to sing

A happy song to the jingle and ring

Of the hobbles chains and the Condamine horsebell

No I wouldn’t change places with any of you,

And I’m never troubled with the lovesick blues

And I sing to the ring of the Condamine horsebell

No I wouldn’t change places with any of you,

And I’m never troubled with the lovesick blues

And I sing to the ring of the Condamine horsebell

Yes I sing to the ring of the Condamine horsebell