Where Country Is Lyrics - Singles - Kernaghan Lee

He sat by the door of the grand old Birdsville Pub 

His swag and gera was guarded by a faithful heeler dog 

He wore a shirt that would blind ya and a rumpled ringer's hat 

This old man was country, he left no doubt of that 

Well he sang of mobs of cattle moving down the Birdsville track 

And the camels carting wool in the early days outback 

He sang of wild eyed scrubbers runnin' flat out in the night 

Tryin' to ring the mob cause lightnin's quick to fright 

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He sat there hillbilly pickin' on a cracked and battered Gibson 

And the songs that he sang were all his 

Every song told a story and the more that I listened 

The more I realised this is where the country is 

Well his songs told how they did it and I felt a sense of shame 

And I wondered if the battler would ever be again 

His pride for his country rang true in every song 

And I wondered if the chips were down if I would be as strong 

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