Old Dingo

His dusky, keen, old troubled eyes
Reveal an awe about him
As constantly he scans the countryside
There's a dogger in the country
And he's seen those tracks before
And he knows that there's a bounty for his hide.

So run, Old Dingo, watch your tail
Keep your wits about you
Never let your concentration slide
For the word's out that they want you
And they'll track you 'til you're dead
As long as there's a bounty for your hide.

The channel country is his home,
Way out on the Cooper
Where the bones of all his generations lie
And when the moon is rising
Through the stillness of the night
From a lonely ridge way out you'll hear him cry

In the past'ral country, way out west
You've always been a villain
And the station folk all say you'll never tame
But to me you pose less danger
Than some dogs along our streets
With their pedigrees and their high-falutin' names

He mated with domestic breeds
Gone wild and left to wander
And for the havoc that it caused he bore the blame
And because his tracks are frequent
To these paths, and often seen
There's a dogger, and his bullet's got your name

So run, Old Dingo, watch your tail
Keep your wits about you
Never let your concentration slide
For the word's out that they want you
And they'll track you 'til you're dead
As long as there's a bounty for your hide.

Oh, they watched his movements day and night
Until he came to water
At the station bore beyond the coolabah
And as he raced for freedom
A single shot rang out
Now he lays to rest beneath the desert stars

The channel country is his home,
Way out on the Cooper
Where the bones of all his generations lie
And when the moon is rising
Through the stillness of the night
From a lonely ridge way out you'll hear him cry

From a lonely ridge way out you'll hear him cry