Текст песни Back in the Saddle - Slim Dusty
                                                Oh 
                                                it's 
                                                great 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                back 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                saddle
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                my 
                                                hand 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                rough 
                                                bridle 
                                                rein
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                are 
                                                wild 
                                                scrubbers 
                                                out 
                                                there 
                                                to 
                                                muster
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                calves 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                branded 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                man 
                                                doesn't 
                                                know 
                                                that 
                                                he's 
                                                wealthy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Till 
                                                his 
                                                wages 
                                                are 
                                                gone 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                spree
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                he 
                                                once 
                                                more 
                                                returns 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                bushland
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                the 
                                                beauty 
                                                of 
                                                nature 
                                                is 
                                                free
 
                                    
                                
                                                Instrumental
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                it's 
                                                great 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                back 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                station
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                to 
                                                ride 
                                                near 
                                                the 
                                                clear 
                                                western 
                                                skies
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                the 
                                                red 
                                                dingo 
                                                howls 
                                                from 
                                                the 
                                                ridges
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                his 
                                                mate 
                                                as 
                                                he 
                                                sees 
                                                me 
                                                ride 
                                                by
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                day 
                                                time 
                                                surrenders 
                                                to 
                                                night 
                                                time
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                horse 
                                                bells 
                                                are 
                                                tinkling 
                                                so 
                                                sweet
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                    I 
                                                dream 
                                                with 
                                                my 
                                                dog 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                campfire
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                my 
                                                happiness 
                                                is 
                                                complete
 
                                    
                                
                                                Instrumental
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                it's 
                                                great 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                back 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                home 
                                                run
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                this 
                                                life 
                                                    I 
                                                will 
                                                ask 
                                                nothing 
                                                more
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                my 
                                                home 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                wild 
                                                rugged 
                                                bushland
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                I'll 
                                                never 
                                                walk 
                                                out 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                door
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                    I 
                                                lay 
                                                back 
                                                at 
                                                night 
                                                in 
                                                my 
                                                blanket
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                gaze 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                bright 
                                                starry 
                                                dome
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                    I 
                                                thank 
                                                the 
                                                Almighty 
                                                in 
                                                Heaven
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                giving 
                                                me 
                                                such 
                                                    a 
                                                fine 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh 
                                                it's 
                                                great 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                back 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                saddle
 
                                    
                                
                                                With 
                                                my 
                                                hand 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                rough 
                                                bridle 
                                                rein
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Born to Be a Rolling Stone
2 Rovin' Gambler
3 Bumming Around
4 Whiskey Blues
5 May I Sleep in Your Barn Tonight, Mister
6 The Road to Gundagai
7 Three Times Seven
8 Little Blossom
9 Travellin' Guitar
10 Down the Track
11 I'll Be a Bachelor Till I Die
12 Somebody's Mother Tonight
13 Jumpin' the Rattler
14 By A Fire Of Gidgee Coal
15 Song of Australia
16 When You're Short of a Quid
17 Back To The Saltbush Plains
18 Laughter in the Hills
19 Condamine Horse Bell
20 The Bushman's Song
21 Easy Goin' Drifter
22 The Westerway Waltz
23 The Last of the Valley Mail
24 Claypan Boogie
25 Fair Enough
26 Dream Time Voices
27 The Crow
28 Ghosts Of The Golden Mile
29 Back in the Saddle
30 I Must Have Good Terbaccy When I Smoke
31 Hard Hard Country
32 St. Peter
33 Old Man Drought
34 Back Where I Belong
35 Old Beau
36 Old Mates
37 Arcadia Valley
38 Dry Weather Wind
39 Getting Away From It All
40 Casey's Luck
41 Old Tiboob'ra
42 Somewhere Up In Queensland
43 Cattle Camp Crooner
44 Ribs Cooked on the Coals
45 Relics of the Past
46 Paddy Gramp
47 Horse and Hobble Days
48 The Wave Hill Track
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