Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Hope They Fight Again, artist - Slim Dusty. Album song Tall Stories And Sad Songs, in the genre Поп
Date of issue: 31.12.1995
Record label: EMI Recorded Music Australia
Song language: English
I Hope They Fight Again |
I was drinking here one evening said the old man with a grin |
And everything was peaceful til some ringer blokes came in |
There were four of them in number and they seemed to be half full |
And they were arguing on how to throw and tie a scrubber bull |
Well they talked of cattle camps from Bourke to Anthony Lagoon |
And they talked of runnin' scrubbers ‘neath the glimmer of the moon |
And they talked of ridin' buckers when the subject turned to fights |
And by this time said the old man they were gettin' pretty tight |
Oh yeah |
Just then the fighting shearer from the Lachlan came around |
He had five mates behind him but the ringers stood their ground |
The shearers had been drinking on the far end of the bar and |
They’d been shearing lambs and wethers and were calling out for tar |
They’d been cursin' cooks and rousies and the experts left and right |
When they heard the ringers cooee and the subject turned to fight |
Then a deadly calm descended like the lull before a storm |
Which erupted like a cyclone as the fighters showed their form |
Oh that’s right! |
Oh the presser punched a moment with the tallest of the four |
Till the lanky bloke connected and he crumpled to the floor |
Then lanky aimed a beauty at the nearest shearers chin |
But a king hit from the sideline put the long one in a spin |
When an innocent bystander sought an exit to the door |
He was trampled with the blood and glass and beer upon the floor |
Just then the worried barman hollered out with all his might |
Are you crazy lot of blighters here to drink or here to fight! |
Oh that’s right! |
They were battered bruised and winded so they gathered round the bar |
‘Cept the innocent bystander who went limping to his car |
Oh the good old days have vanished in the darkness and the gloom |
In the wake of modern tourists and this might mineral boom |
For the dinkum Aussie bushmen are a slowly dyin' race |
And it hurts me when I see the type that come to take their place |
So I come here every evening and I sit and reminisce |
‘Cos another blue like that one is a thing I’d hate to miss |
Oh yeah |
I was drinking here one evening said the old man with a grin |
And everything was peaceful til some ringer blokes came in |