I Hope They Fight Again (Live from Studio 301, Sydney, Australia/1996)

I Hope They Fight Again (Live from Studio 301, Sydney, Australia/1996) - Slim Dusty

I was drinking here one evening said

The old man with a grin

And everything was peaceful til some

Ringer blokes came in

There were four of them in number

And they seemed to be half full

And they were arguing on how to

Throw and tie a scrubber bull

Well they talked of cattle camps from

Bourke to Anthony Lagoon

And they talked of runnin' scrubbers

Neath the glimmer of the moon

And they talked of ridin'

Buckers when the subject turned to fights

And by this time said

The old man they were gettin' pretty tight

Oh yeah

Just then the fighting shearer from the

Lachlan came around

He had five mates behind him but

The ringers stood their ground

The shearers had been drinking on

The far end of the bar

They'd been shearing lambs and wethers

And were calling out for tar

They'd been cursin' cooks

And rousies and the experts left and right

When they heard the ringers

Cooee and the subject turned to fight

Then a deadly calm descended

Like the lull before a storm

Which erupted like a cyclone as

The fighters showed their form

Oh yeah

Oh the presser punched a moment

With the tallest of the four

Till the lanky bloke connected

And he crumpled to the floor

Then lanky aimed a beauty at

The nearest shearers chin

But a king hit from the sideline put

The long one in a spin

When an innocent bystander

Sought an exit to the door

He was trampled with the blood

And glass and beer upon the floor

Just then the worried barman

Hollered out with all his might

Are you crazy lot of blighters

Here to drink or here to fight

Oh yeah

Hey

They were battered bruised

And winded so they gathered round the bar

'Cept the innocent bystander

Who went limping to his car

Oh the good old days have vanished

In the darkness and the gloom

In the wake of modern tourists

And this might mineral boom

And the dinkum

Aussie bushmen are a slowly dyin' race

And it hurts me when I see

The type that come to take their place

So I come here every evening and

I sit and reminisce

Cos another blue like that one is a thing

I'd hate to miss

Oh yeah

Hey

I was drinking here one evening said

The old man with a grin

And everything was peaceful

Til some ringer blokes came in

So I come here every evening

Just sit ramanless

Caz another blue like that one is a thing

I hate to miss