Bless this house, O Lord we pray, Make it safe by night and day. Bless these walls so firm and stout, Keeping want and trouble out. Bless the roof

An old time accordian, And the fiddle was playing three quarter I held your hand with a new wedding band While Nelly sang Alan Water And even now

I'm going back again to Yarrawonga, In Yarrawonga I'll linger longer, I'm goin' back again to Yarrawonga, Where the skies are always blue. And when

I'll tell you a story, it's strange but it's true Of the wild pigs where I come from and the damage they do, There once was a farmer called Bold

It's of a wild colonial boy Jack Doolan was his name, Of poor but honest parents he was born in Castlemaine, He was his father's only hope his

[The Road to Gundagai] Well there's a track winding back to an old fashioned shack Along the road to Gundagai Where the blue gums are growin' and

, Stories of Australia and it's rugged countryside, Written by the old bush balladeers. Their stories

songs, All love to pick those country rhythms. Country music's in our bones. [From his album: "Slim

On a hill far away stood an old rugged cross, The emblem of suffering and shame; And I love that old cross where the dearest and best For a world of

mankind, Of how the flowers bloom and fade Of how we’ve fought and how we’ve paid. [From the Slim Dusty