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Kenneth Hughes
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Last update: 01/06/09 03:38:59 Account: Artist Quota Location: AUSTRALIA-Oceania: Australia: Victoria Signed up: 08 Aug 2008 02:56 AM Members: Genre: Contemporary Christian Influences: Website: |
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(22 Dec 2008 02:30 AM)
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(20 Nov 2008 08:30 AM)
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(20 Nov 2008 08:29 AM)
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Kenneth Hughes
(18 Aug 2008 04:39 AM)
Me and Me Mate Blue written by Kenneth Hughes Australia 2008 The old billycan on the boil On the amber coals below Me and Jim are just resting up Co’z we ain’t no where to go Where happy as old Larry With a cuppa and a yarn Thinking where the richest men alive Under the Australian southern sky The Sun rise morn is so peaceful Kookaburras laughing high in trees When the golden silence is scatted By the sound of hoofs shaking the earth at foot As wild horse’s running at a full gallop Down the slop between the silver gum trees I stand to feet can’t believe my eyes At What I am looking at Its Mrs. Brown’s prized riding horse Running with the brumby mob Look there Jim? See that mate look over there That white’ sock blood bay That’s money in the bank, I reckon If we can get a rope on that bay today criky Blue that little bay has Jumped the bloody fence Now running with the mongrel mob I hear Jim its worth about five pounds Let’s catch it for a reward So tell me Jim? Why ya still sitting on ya bum When there’s a man’s work to be done Let’s turn it in old mate Maybe Mrs. Brown has offered a large reward Now a man can make a bob or two If his courage don’t let him down Fair Dinkum cobber If we catch that bay Tonight Jim we’ll be sleep in town I swing into the saddle Upon the white face dapple grey He maybe a little long in the tooth But I tell ya, He’ll gallop the length of the day Flat out like a lizard drinking At a gallop across flat grass plane Like one of those fancy new steam trains That took the Drover’s way of life away my hat I pull hard on my scone so it don’t blow away . Koo-wee roll out the stock whip mate We’ll bring those brumbies to ground We better stop them before the river Jim Or tonight there be no sleeping in town Crack echo’s ride upon the wind Like thunder roaring from a storm cloud I am riding full gallop on adrenalin And wondering? Where the blood hell’s that Jim Then all of sudden to my surprise My mount Stumble’s to his knees My short sad life flashed before me Within the blinking of an eye I seen them old scrubber’s I danced with When the drink and sin ruled me life I offer a quick prayer hoping forgiveness No time to hear a reply Just the bloody ground racing towards me I think bugger it’s the blood end of me So I lay back leg’s forward in the saddle With reins held tight in both hand Pulling hard on the bit Swear a word or two and pull the grey back to his feet With a sigh and a smile thank the Lord he didn’t strike me dead For my swearing and blaspheme Koo-wee I hear riding alongside of me As Jim on his mount sails on by With A smile that would light the darkest night Painted on that bloody mongrels dial Watch out Blue your bloody old larrikin There’s underground mutton hole’s at foot A gift to this young land Australia From that up arty pomie mob Galloping horse’s hoofs now going slow Slowing up with each step The sounds of puffing horses breath There side’s white with sweet From running across the great landscape But on this day the brumbies lost the bet We raise our hat’s with Excitement I Spit the dry dust from my mouth Halter the bay beside me and bid the wild mob G-day Jim gives me a nod well done my friend Let’s head for the nearest town And tonight we’ll have a drink or two And tell are yarn in the pub at Kangaroo Down |
Kenneth Hughes
(12 Aug 2008 02:59 AM)
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Kenneth Hughes
(12 Aug 2008 02:57 AM)
free Download of all my songs go to www.indiecharts.com/kennethhughes and tell all your friend .regards an dGod Bless you all from ken |