Slim Dusty - Andy's Return songtekst
With pannikins all rusty, and billy burnt and black, And clothes all torn and dusty, that scarcely hide his back; With sun-cracked saddle-leather, and knotted greenhide rein, His face burnt brown with weather, our Andy's home again! His unkempt hair is faded with sleeping in the wet, He's looking old and jaded; but he is hearty yet. With eyes sunk in their sockets but merry as of yore; With big cheques in his pockets, hey! our Andy's home once more! [Instrumental] Old Uncle's bright and cheerful; he wears a smiling face; Blucher barks for gladness; he broke his rusty chain, And leapt in joyous madness when Andy came again. His toil is nearly over; he'll soon enjoy his gains. No more he'll be a drover, across the lonely plains. She oaks stand in ribbons, parked on the hostile rain, And home by some cool river, he makes his build again. [Instrumental] Yeah, the pannikins all rusty, and billy burnt and black, And clothes all torn and dusty, that scarcely hide his back; From where the skies hang lazy on many a northern plain, From regions dim and hazy, hey! our Andy's home again!