Dribbler Bill

Dribbler Bill - Slim Dusty

I see him still ole Dribbler Bill

His frame as hard as gidgee

He drove the mail on Bridal

Tracks in country soft and rigid

Never had too much to say

But when he did was just a drawl

And ya' kinda got the feelin'

He'd be handy in a brawl

His Leyland truck was like ole Bill

Gusty rough and slow

He took that truck through country

Where a dozer wouldn't go

Yeah but he's been bogged down tyre deep

Back in Coober Hole

When others turned their trucks around

And headed back for home

Now old Bill would do those little things

For bush folk far from town

Had a memory like Sir Sydney

Never wrote the items down

Newspapers he would put inside

Mailbox on the ridge

And every stop along the way

Had somethin' for the kids

He was seen to be a lonely man

Like one deprived of luck

An outward sign did only make was

That old Leyland truck

He'd caress that smooth ole steerin'

Wheel ease along the track

The last words that I heard him say was

"See ya later Jack "

Now the mail still serves the far outback

The jobs they handle fine

But mem'ries dwell on Dribbler Bill way back in '39

I remember every mail night

The excitement and the thrill

As we sat outside and waited for the likes of Dribbler Bill

Oh there's many times he helped us out

When tucker got real slack

Like fresh meat from the bullocks

Secured from somewhere up the track

Yeah great old man was Dribbler Bill

The kind who'd always stick

And he'd risk his life without a thought

For the needy and the sick Hey

Now I'd like to think

That Dribbler Bill still has the wheel in hand

Pushin' that old Leyland truck

Throughout that channel land

Should there be no trucks in heaven it's a halo to a pup

Just give old Bill a day or two and he'll start a mail run up

Yeah so long Bill