"Paddy William" lyrics
Said he was born on Marble Bar, been a drover all his life
With his old dark skin, a wrinkled grin, grandchildren and a wife
He drove cattle through to Camooweal and up the Isa too
And his old eyes shone of the days long gone and the mates, he knew
Well I met him there, in Turkey Creek as he sat in a four-wheel drive
I was glad to find his mind was sharp and the memories still alive
Of the drovin' days and the stockyard camp when he rode at the boss' side
For he'd been a ringer all his life on the western side
Oh Paddy William is his name
And drovin' was his game
But a thousand miles on the outback trails is a long, long way from home
Oh Paddy William is his name
And drovin' was his game
But a thousand miles on the outback trails is a long, long way, from home
Well he looked so old and weary as he proudly spoke his name
His old eyes shone like beacons when he talked of the drovin' game
He said he was born on Marble Bar, been a drover all his life
With his old dark skin, a wrinkled grin, said he loved the life
And I guess he's still in Turkey Creek, near the hills of Misty Blue
And I hope his dreams of the cattle run, all come true
And I hope he finds a horse so fine to carry him away
And on the drovin' run, he'll be number one
Like the good old days
Oh Paddy William is his name
And drovin' was his game
But a thousand miles on the outback trails is a long, long way from home
Oh Paddy William is his name
And drovin' was his game
But a thousand miles on the outback trails is a long, long way, from home
So if you're driving through the Kimberleys or around the Isa way
You might see him slowly ridin' with a big mob on the graze
He'll be tall and straight don't hesitate, just call out his name
Say: "G'day there Paddy William, hey, how's the drovin' game?"
Oh Paddy William is his name
And drovin' was his game
But a thousand miles on the outback trails is a long, long way from home
Oh Paddy William is his name
And drovin' was his game
But a thousand miles on the outback trails is a long, long way from home
With his old dark skin, a wrinkled grin, grandchildren and a wife
He drove cattle through to Camooweal and up the Isa too
And his old eyes shone of the days long gone and the mates, he knew
Well I met him there, in Turkey Creek as he sat in a four-wheel drive
I was glad to find his mind was sharp and the memories still alive
Of the drovin' days and the stockyard camp when he rode at the boss' side
For he'd been a ringer all his life on the western side
Oh Paddy William is his name
And drovin' was his game
But a thousand miles on the outback trails is a long, long way from home
Oh Paddy William is his name
And drovin' was his game
But a thousand miles on the outback trails is a long, long way, from home
Well he looked so old and weary as he proudly spoke his name
His old eyes shone like beacons when he talked of the drovin' game
He said he was born on Marble Bar, been a drover all his life
With his old dark skin, a wrinkled grin, said he loved the life
And I guess he's still in Turkey Creek, near the hills of Misty Blue
And I hope his dreams of the cattle run, all come true
And I hope he finds a horse so fine to carry him away
And on the drovin' run, he'll be number one
Like the good old days
Oh Paddy William is his name
And drovin' was his game
But a thousand miles on the outback trails is a long, long way from home
Oh Paddy William is his name
And drovin' was his game
But a thousand miles on the outback trails is a long, long way, from home
So if you're driving through the Kimberleys or around the Isa way
You might see him slowly ridin' with a big mob on the graze
He'll be tall and straight don't hesitate, just call out his name
Say: "G'day there Paddy William, hey, how's the drovin' game?"
Oh Paddy William is his name
And drovin' was his game
But a thousand miles on the outback trails is a long, long way from home
Oh Paddy William is his name
And drovin' was his game
But a thousand miles on the outback trails is a long, long way from home
Writer(s): Norma O'Hara-murphy, Wjo
