ฟังเพลงGrandfather Johnson (1996 Remaster)

Friends most of my bush ballards are based on true stories

I'd like to sing for you now

A story that is one hundred percent true

Because I know the family

That grandfather Johnson lived with

And like most bush ballards and story songs

These ballards explain themselves as they move along

Here is the true story of Grandfather Johnson

Grandfather Johnson was an old blackman

From a real proud race of men

When he was a child he heard them tell of butchers creek

And the story was old even then

How the white man came and took over the land

And the blood of the blackman mixed with white

But grandfather Johnson was a fullblood man

Proud of his people and their rights

Now grandfather Johnson was a tribal man

He knew all the old hunting ways

He knew how to wield the nulla throw the killer boomerang

And he'd entertain the tourists everyday

And grandfather Johnson had a brand new suit

A new hat for his snowy headed crown

But whenever the tourists where about to arrive

He would change into his old hand me downs

When I asked him the reason he said son you ought to know

My old working clothes look better for the part

I'm just old grandfather Johnson making boomerangs for sale

I'd lose business if I went around looking smart

So he sold them boomerangs and taught them to throw

And they bragged for months of seeing the real thing

When they'd gone grandpa dressed up

Took his money from a bag

And smiled as he paid cash for a new gold ring

He would always bail me up when we met in town

And he'd bite me for some money or a smoke

Oh but I can't forget the day I had to tell grandfather

I was sorry but I was stoney broke

He just nodded and emptied out his pockets

The notes and the silver flowed apace

With a twinkle in his eye he shoved the money in my hand

And laughed at the look upon my face

Well grandfather Johnson died one year on walkabout

In a strange land alone in the dark

No one new his name or knew from where he came

They just found him dead one morning in the park

And they buried grandpa Johnson as a pauper

It was months and months before I even new

I gave his money to the hungry clothes to the poor

And his story I'm giving to you

And his story I'm giving to you