Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song From The Gulf To Adelaide, artist - Slim Dusty. Date of issue: 10.06.2021
Song language: English
From The Gulf To Adelaide |
| No doubt you’ve heard of droving trips across the Murringai |
| And how they brought the bullocks down in the good old days gone bye |
| But the greatest droving episode that any man has made |
| Was 30,000 crocodiles from the Gulf to Adelaide |
| Oh I never saw the likes of them that mob of crocodiles |
| Thirty footers every one strung out for thirty miles |
| Three days it took to start 'em off, three days to straighten em' up |
| Three days we travelled southward, three days to block 'em up |
| They were long and mean and cranky, they had teeth like cross cut saws |
| When passin' though some timber, just to exercise their jaws |
| They churned out hardwood posts one foot through by seven tall |
| All stacked up by the stock route, barked an' sapped an' all |
| Oh they had a normal appetite as lizards really should |
| And everything in hair or hide was considered very good |
| The first day out from Normanton we missed the jackaroo |
| But then, blow me down, the horses went, an' the old blue heeler too |
| And the last we saw of Goanna Bob, horse tailer of repute |
| He was headin' toward the rabbit proof with a big croc in pursuit |
| When drifting down the Flinders, they cracked on a bit of pace |
| Oh they took a mob of bullocks and never left a trace. |
| Oh I’ve been up and down these stock routes now for 20 years or more |
| But I’ve never seen a travellin' mob the likes of this before |
| By Saltbush plains and Gidgee rise down 'long the old Georgina |
| The snapped an' snarled and pawed all day, they were slowly gettin' meaner |
| They didn’t like the spinifex a ticklin' their ol' hides |
| And with water gettin' far apart, the tears came to their eyes |
| Now you’ve heard of crocodile tears but you wouldn’t know the meanin' |
| Oh with 30,000 sheddin' tears, Oh seein' is believin' |
| There was water in the gullies, there was water in the creeks |
| And the old Georgina River runnin' belly deep for weeks |
| For it was our great salvation for upon that flood of tears |
| We sailed 'em down past Lake Eyre on the biggest flood for years |
| A short step then to Adelaide, and delivery right on time |
| The agent came to meet us, and here’s the ending of this rhyme |
| For he said you’ll have to turn em' around and take them back again |
| For the fashion now in ladies shoes is imitation crocodile with the courser |
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| Wouldn’t it rip you |