He's one of the old time craftsmen,
Jim Radburn, is his name,
Lives in a town called Trunky Creek,
Hardly a town just one main street,
But with gold it once knew fame.

Jim's done his time prospecting,
No rock would have him beat,
And there's never a tree that he can't name
He’s milled them all and he know’s their grain,
And to Jim all wood smells sweet.

Yet when he works with metal,
Old Jim seems most at home,
There’s not a horse that he can’t shoe,
And there's not a pick he can't renew,
Oh, his skill is next to none.

He judges with his senses,
The look, the sound, the touch,
And every join forged by his hand
Were countless years of youth withstand,
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Jim's kitchen is his castle,
His cat’s, the next of kin,
And there's never a day when the stove isn’t fired,
And there isn't some tea to refresh when you’re tired,
Or a yarn when the talk grows thin.

Yes, Jim is one of the old time craftsmen,
His breed is almost gone,
But the son will value what he knows,
And knowing him they're knowledge grows,
So the work is done.

Yes he’s one of the old time craftsmen,
Jim Radburn is his name,
Lives in a town called Trunky Creek,
Hardly a town just one main street,
But with gold it once knew fame. (Yeah)

From his album: "King of Kalgoorlie"
Transcribed: Marten Busstra 2011