Biografía:
Slim es sin duda el músico australiano más prolífico, con más de 5 millones discos vendidos en Australia. "Forward Looking Back", editado el año 2000, hace el numero 100 de su carrera.
David Gordon Kirkpatrick se crió en una granja lechera de las colinas de Kempsey (Nueva Gales del Sur), y ya a la edad de 10 años tenía el sueño de ser músico. Tras seis décadas de de carrera ha llegado a ser uno de los intérpretes de música country más importantes fuera de los EE.UU.
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- Duncan
- End Of The Canning Stock Route
- Gday Gday
- I Must Have Good Terbaccy When I Smoke
- Indian Pacific
- Innaminka Muster
- Keep The Lovelight Shining
- Lace Up Shoes
- Leave Him In The Long Yard
- Leave Him In The Longyard
- Lights On The Hill
- Little Boy Lost
- Lookin Forward Lookin Back
- Looking Forward Looking Back
- Lookn Forward Lookin Back
- My Pal Alcohol
- Old Time Country Halls
- Plains Of Peppimenarti
- Ringer From The Top End
- Rusty Its Goodbye
- Saddle Boy
- Singer From Down Under
- The Biggest Disappointment
- The Day We Sold The Farm
- Three Rivers Hotel
- Travellers Prayer
- Under The Spell Of Highway One
- Waltzing Matilda
- West Of Winton
- When The Rain Tumbles Down In July
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Slim Dusty West of Winton
Capo 2nd Fret
G D
His eyes were used to distance and he talked much with his hands
D G
I guess he sort of felt hemmed in a stranger to this land
G D
And a lifestyle of another time, another time and place
D G
Was written there deep in the lines of this old bushmans face
G D
His attire was still in keeping with the far out channel lands
D G
There was still a strength of character in his hard old bushman's hands
G D
And his old hat tilted forward was as much a part of him
D G
As the 80 years of livin' that showed, underneath the brim
[Instrumental]
D G
G D
Just somewhere west of Winton mate is where I'd rather be
D G
To ride out in the dawn time, Mitchell to my horses knee
G D
Unroll my swag beside a fire of some long forgotten camp
D G
If I listen close maybe I'll hear a tethered night horse stamp
G D
Just to see again the sunsets as the night falls on the land
D G
Oh the silent sound of beauty makes the proudest heart expand
G D
Where the lights of some old homestead beam a warm and welcome glow
G G
And no travellin' soul went hungry in those days of long ago
[Instrumental]
D G
G D
I see a dried up sandy creek bed when the dry comes much too soon
D G
Watch the wild mob paw for water 'neath an early rising moon
G D
Maybe I'll see the dust cloud rising from the travellin' mob again
D G
Hear the whips crack on the tailers as they cross the open plain
G D
Just somewhere west of Winton mate is where I'd rather be
D G
To ride out in the dawn time, Mitchell to my horses knee
G D
Unroll my swag beside a fire of some long forgotten camp
D G
If I listen close maybe I'll hear a tethered night horse stamp
[Outro]
D G
Capo 2nd Fret
G D
His eyes were used to distance and he talked much with his hands
D G
I guess he sort of felt hemmed in a stranger to this land
G D
And a lifestyle of another time, another time and place
D G
Was written there deep in the lines of this old bushmans face
G D
His attire was still in keeping with the far out channel lands
D G
There was still a strength of character in his hard old bushman's hands
G D
And his old hat tilted forward was as much a part of him
D G
As the 80 years of livin' that showed, underneath the brim
[Instrumental]
D G
G D
Just somewhere west of Winton mate is where I'd rather be
D G
To ride out in the dawn time, Mitchell to my horses knee
G D
Unroll my swag beside a fire of some long forgotten camp
D G
If I listen close maybe I'll hear a tethered night horse stamp
G D
Just to see again the sunsets as the night falls on the land
D G
Oh the silent sound of beauty makes the proudest heart expand
G D
Where the lights of some old homestead beam a warm and welcome glow
G G
And no travellin' soul went hungry in those days of long ago
[Instrumental]
D G
G D
I see a dried up sandy creek bed when the dry comes much too soon
D G
Watch the wild mob paw for water 'neath an early rising moon
G D
Maybe I'll see the dust cloud rising from the travellin' mob again
D G
Hear the whips crack on the tailers as they cross the open plain
G D
Just somewhere west of Winton mate is where I'd rather be
D G
To ride out in the dawn time, Mitchell to my horses knee
G D
Unroll my swag beside a fire of some long forgotten camp
D G
If I listen close maybe I'll hear a tethered night horse stamp
[Outro]
D G
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