Текст песни The Saddle Is His Home (Tall Dark Man In the Saddle) - Slim Dusty

Tall and black astride his hack and as tough as the north could breed
He's stood the tests,
He's part of the west He's part of his faithful steed
He's the backbone of the beef steak you have in your suburban homes
And he faces the drought in the
Land way out and the saddle is his home

Where the sand hills rise beneath the
Skies and the sun's like a big fire ball
With sand and boot he knows every route to each far off waterhole
Now he'd ever go changing places with a king upon his throne
For the whip and brand is what he
Understands and the saddle is his home

Just a tall dark man in the saddle
He's as tough as they come from anywhere
He was born for the role on the saddle
In the land of saltbush and prickly pear

Break

Now the dust and heat never gets him beat as he checks on every stray
And he starts the mob off movin' At the dawn of each long day
Now his fathers knew this country and knew every track to guide
And he learnt to track from an
Ancient black and from white man how to ride

As the sun dips down on the western
Rim, and the day lights fades away,
Saddles drop by the campfire It's the end of a drovers day
And so we leave the men out there on their long and lonely ride
In the land they love 'neath the
Stars above And it's them they always ride

Just a tall dark man in the saddle
He's as tough as they come from anywhere
He was born for the role on the saddle,
In the land of saltbush and prickly pear