Paddy Gramp - Slim Dusty

Oh ohhhhh I come from plurry Queensland and my name is

Paddy Gramp

Work out on cattle station longa white man mustering

camp

I chase and throw the scrubber bull, ride buckjump

horse for sport

This ringer job I learn’em well when knee high to a

quart

Ten day alonga week I work and sometime longa still

Boss say I catch’em overtime when government pass the

bill

There’s sand mixed longa flour and my meat left longa

bone

When damper cooked to me he taste all same alonga

grindstone

Oh ohhhhh in wintertime one blanket job all night

alonga freeze up

Maybe bullock jump the rush and Paddy get the breeze up

Old packhorse cook he all time growl but me still none

the wiser

Policeman catch him plurry quick alonga breathalyser

Head stockman boss I tell ‘im quick I pullout longa

station

Go walkabout alonga creek once more with all the

‘laitions

Boss take me to his office then and this is what he say

Oh I’ll read your statement Paddy, before you get your

pay

Ohhhhh ohhhh there’s a pound of black terbaccer and a

shirt and trouser set

A pair of boots you never got and a hat you didn’t get

There’s a stockwhip and a quartpot, what you didn’t get

you spent

And of course there’s our commission roughly 25 percent

There’s a dozen stubby bottles, let me see that’s 24

And the refund on the empties means you’re down a few

cents more

There’s sales tax plus the duty and the freight we

multiply

There’s your cheque a dollar fifty cost of living

getting high

Oh so there you have it Paddy wrote down in black and

white

But I’d like you just to check it and convince yourself

its right

Oh then I knocks the slab right out of the old Kentucky

home you know

I say to him «It looks alright to me boss I call back

through the door

I been selling clean skin mickeys for the last 12

months or more»