Lyrics Where Country Is - Slim Dusty feat. The Travelling Country Band

He sat by the door of the grand old Birdsville Pub
His swag and gear were guarded by a faithful healer dog
He wore a shirt that would blind you and a rumpled ringers hat
This old man was country he left no doubt of that

He sat there Hillbilly Pickin' on a scratched and battered Gibson
And the songs that he sang were all true
Every song told a story and the
More that I listened the more I realised
This is where country is