Lyrics They Drank And Drank And Drank - 1996 Digital Remaster - Slim Dusty

It was in a camp in the scrub one day,
Just me and my old bush mate,
A scavenger hawk circled overhead,
A crow stood by to wait,
We cooked the rump and undercut
By slow and steady flames,
And with the smell and the tang upon the breeze
The closer, in they came.
Now I'm not a lover of the crafty crow,
Oh, he thinks one jump ahead,
Yeah, ya gotta be quick to nail this one,
With gun and flying lead,
And if five men should enter a house or hut
And four should wander out,
Oh, that crafty crow would take a look
Until the last one ventured out.
Well we doctored up a tender steak,
And grinned from ear to ear,
A bit of this and a dash of that,
And assorted other gear,
Nothing cruel or fatal like,
Just a barrel of fun of course,
Like mustard, pepper, Holbrooks black,
And a splash of chilly sauce.
Well we placed that steak out on the flat,
And then sat down to wait,
Oh, he couldn't resist, that crow came in,
With an eager hopping gait,
He looked it over, circled 'round,
And thought this looks alright,
And his head went down in a vicious thrust
And with one almighty bite.
Three mouthfuls slivered down his neck,
An' his feathers black as soot,
Stood out like a porcupine
His tongue shot out a foot,
Oh, he gave a squawk and then a dance,
And headed for the tank,
And there he sat for about half an hour,
And he drank and he drank and he drank.
Well a hawk came down with razor beak
And quickly did devour,
And he took off like a tiger moth,
About a hundred miles an hour,
He scratched his neck while in full flight,
And came down on the bank,
To land beside that old black crow,
And they drank and they drank and they drank.
And now when remnants of the meal,
I throw 'em away each day,
Well that crafty crow stands all alone,
About 300 yards away,
And the hawk still circles overhead,
And the meat grows stale and rank,
Yeah, they remember well that winter's day,
When they drank and they drank and they drank.
Yes, it was in a camp in the scrub one day,
Just me and my old bush mate,
A scavenger hawk circled overhead,
And those crows stood by to wait,