A Word To Texas Jack (Live from Studio 301, Sydney, Australia/1996)

Texas Jack you are amusin great Lord Harry how I laughed

When I seen your rig and saddle with its bulwarks fore and aft

Holy smoke In such a saddle how the dickens can ya fall

Why I've seen a gal ride bareback with no bridle on at all

How I'd like to see a bushman use yer fixins Texas Jack

On the remnant of a saddle he can ride to hell and back

Why I've heard a mother cheerin when her kid went tossin by

Ridin bareback on a bucker that had murder in his eye

You may talk about your ridin in the city bold an free

Talk o ridin in the city Texas Jack but where'd you'd be

When the stock horse snorts an bunches all is quarters in a hump

And the saddle climbs a sapling an the horse shoes split a stump

No before you teach the natives you must ride without a fall

Up a gum or down a gully nigh as steep as any wall

You must swim the roarin Darling when the flood is at its height

Bearin down the stock an stations to the Great Australian Bight

You can't count the bulls an bisons that you copped with your lassoo

But a stout old Myall bullock perhaps could learn you somethin new

You had better make your will an leave your papers neat an trim

Before you make arrangements for the lassooin of hi

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As you say you're death on Injuns We've got somethin in your line

If yer think your fightin's equal to the likes of Tommy Ryan

Take your carcass up to Queensland where the alligators chew

And the carpet snake is handy with his tail for a lassoo

Ride across the hazy regins where the lonely emus wail

An yell find the dark ll track yer while yer looki for his trail

He can track yer without stoppin for a thousand miles or more

Come again and he will show yer where yer spat the year before

But you'd best be mighty careful you'll be sorry you came here

When you're skewered to the fragments of your saddle with a spear

When the boomerang is sailin in the air then heaven help ya

It will cut yer head off goin an come back again and scalp ya

Texas Jack you are amusin great Lord Harry how I laughed

When I seen your rig and saddle with its bulwarks fore an aft

Holy smoke In such a saddle how the dickens can ya fall

Why I've seen a gal ride bareback with no bridle on at all