A Word To Texas Jack by Slim Dusty
A Word To Texas Jack lyrics
Texas Jack, you are amusin�, great Lord Harry, how I
laughed,
When I seen your rig and saddle with its bulwarks fore-
and-aft;
Holy smoke! In such a saddle how the dickens can ya
fall?
Why, I've seen a gal ride bareback with no bridle on at
all!
How I�d like to see a bushman use yer fixins, Texas
Jack;
On the remnant of a saddle he can ride to hell and
back.
Why, I've heard a mother cheerin� when her kid went
tossin� by,
Ridin� bareback on a bucker that had murder in his eye.
You may talk about your ridin� in the city, bold an�
free,
Talk o� ridin� in the city, Texas Jack, but where�d
you'd be,
When the stock horse snorts an� bunches all �is
quarters in a hump,
And the saddle climbs a sapling, an� the horse-shoes
split a stump?
No, before you teach the natives you must ride without
a fall
Up a gum or down a gully nigh as steep as any wall,
You must swim the roarin� Darling when the flood is at
its height
Bearin� down the stock an� stations to the Great
Australian Bight.
You can�t count the bulls an� bisons that you copped
with your lassoo
But a stout old Myall bullock perhaps could learn you
somethin� new;
You had better make your will an� leave your papers
neat an� trim,
Before you make arrangements for the lassooin� of him;
As you say you're death on Injuns! We�ve got somethin�
in your line,
If yer think your fightin�s equal to the likes of Tommy
Ryan.
Take your carcass up to Queensland where the alligators
chew,
And the carpet-snake is handy with his tail for a
lassoo;
Ride across the hazy regins where the lonely emus wail,
An� ye�ll find the dark�ll track yer while yer lookin�
for his trail;
He can track yer without stoppin� for a thousand miles
or more;
Come again, and he will show yer where yer spat the
year before.
But you�d best be mighty careful, you�ll be sorry you
came here,
When you're skewered to the fragments of your saddle
with a spear,
When the boomerang is sailin� in the air, then heaven
help ya!
It will cut yer head off goin�, an� come back again and
scalp ya!
Texas Jack, you are amusin�, great Lord Harry, how I
laughed,
When I seen your rig and saddle with its bulwarks fore-
an'-aft;
Holy smoke! In such a saddle how the dickens can ya
fall?
Why, I've seen a gal ride bareback with no bridle on at
all!
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