Текст песни On the Road with Liddy (A. L. Lloyd) с переводом

I’m on the road with Liddy with five hundred head of fats

We string' em on the stony ground and wheel 'em on the flats

And when the evenin' stars come out, with laughter and with song

We round the cattle up, and camp by some quiet billabong

Our cook’s a ball of muscles when he’s rustling up a feed

And Bob Delany’s home and dried when steadying the lead

And if the cattle run at night, there’s one chap out in front

Striking matches on the bullock’s horns, a chap named Georgie Hunt

And when we get to Wyndham, there’s Tom Cole with his whip

To steer the lead across the hill and put 'em on the ship

And when the mob is all on board, we’ll have some blasted fun

We’ll get Jack Roberts with his car to take us for a run

We’ll try and dig Bob Cooper up, then to that bag of tricks

The pub that’s kept by Teddy Clark they call the Double-Six

We’ll sing again them drovin' songs we sang along the track

Have a show on the screen for an hour or two, then off again out-back