Cifra de Lawsons Ghost - Slim Dusty
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Capotraste na 2ª casa
intro
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[Verso 1]
As i sat beside the campfire late last evening
My old blue dog he lay close by of course
All was quiet except for bells and hobbles jingling
And my horses fed along the water course.
You know the way a campfire makes you drowsy
As you sit alone and gaze into its glow
I must have drifted off and started dreaming
And how i wish that dream was really so.
[Verso 2]
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Up to my fireside walked a weary swagman
He said goodnight and dropped his bluey down
And from his water bag he filled his billy
And while it boiled, he squatted on the ground.
[Verso 3]
He filled his pipe and lit it from the fire
And in the glow his face i plainly saw
A face with lines of care and eyes of sadness
And i wondered where i'd seen that face before.
[Verso 4]
He said his name was lawson, henry lawson
Then reached inside his tucker bag for tea
And threw a handle full in his battered billy
And filled two mugs and handed one for me
[Verso 5]
He told that he'd had a spell from tramping
Been resting a place called paradise
I said i’d never been there though i'd travelled
And seldom ever trod the same tracks twice.
[Verso 6]
He said he noticed that things had little altered
From what they were a hundred years ago
He noticed precious water from the darling
Still wasted in the ocean far below.
[Verso 7]
He puffed his pipe a while and mumbled something
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That sounded like the storm that is to come
He spoke about the drought and desolation
Amazed that men of office still are dumb
Interlude
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[Verso 8]
The curlews screeching overhead awoke me
I stirred the fire and put billy on
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But when i looked his swag, and he were gone
[Verso 9]
Was it really ghost that came to see me?
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Or just a dream in my subconscious mind
Oh i'll never know the answer to that question
Until i’ve left this living world behind
Then i thought about this lawson, henry lawson
And all at once it hit me with a rush
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He was the man who made his name immortal
And immortalised this country in his verse
He was the poet of the people, the common people
And he fought their cause with magic of his pen
And when sad alone and destitute he left us
He bore no ill to us, his fellow men
And now an afterlife to laud his greatness
A lasting monument that’s carved in stone
Looks down upon some street where once he wondered
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Hungry, sad and worst of all alone
And from each 10-dollar bill that now is printed
There looks at us his only friendly dial
And he leans upon some haloed bar up yonder
I can almost see him smile, his quiet smile.