I was talking to a swaggy yesterday
His beard was long his hair was silver grey
His dress was out of style but he wore a friendly smile
And here is what the old man had to say

“You may think me most unusual my boy
When I tell you straight that I am stony broke
I tramp from year to year and I'll drink all kinds of 
beer
But I like to have good 'baccy when I smoke"

Now I'll show you this here old terbacco tin
The paint is gone the sides are dinted in
But it's opened many a bottle in its wild and chequered 
life
And to me it has always been a friend

[Yodel] 

I one time had a wife and everything
But a stranger came and soon we were apart
roam
But nicotine has mended my old heart

I've got no use for money in my life
You strive and struggle till it gets you down
I tramp until I lag and then I'll drop my swag
And I'll sit and smoke and watch the world go round

When finally I reach the golden gates
They say St Peter he's a decent bloke
If I'm taken with the blessed this will be my last 
request
I must have good terbaccy when I smoke

Yes I was talking to that swaggy yesterday
And what he told me I'll remember clear
Trampin' out there with the breeze happy as the birds 
and bees
And I reckon that he has the right idea.

[Yodel]