Pay Day At The Pub

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Slim Dusty - Country

Pay Day At The Pub

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Now the weary week has ended, it's payday on the job Let's go down to the local and mingle with the mob You'll meet the dinkum Aussies, rough and ready as they are With hard faces brown as leather, lined up around the bar Someone is sure to greet you: "You chaps I'm glad to see "Come on, you pair of somethings, and have a drink with me" While the barmaid juggles glasses and the boss works with a will For he loves to hear the rattle of the silver in the till Now the roustabout is busy, he hasn't time to think And I'm sure he'd never hear you if you ask him for a drink Oh, the barrels that are heavy will be light ones very soon When the brumbies come to water on a payday afternoon Now the world is such a great place, everyone is doing well And strange it is to listen to the stories that they tell Some are ridin' buckin' brumbies, some are up north in the cane Some are growling at the weather and are wishing it would rain And there's old Jimmy Wooter in the corner by himself Telling stories to the bottles that are standing on the shelf Oh, he once was high and mighty, though forlorn he's looking now In a hat that came from nowhere and a torn old Jackie Howe Now the clock is moving onwards, the lightweights have their fill But those with more horsepower are staying with it still Some have already had it, and are laid out in a swoon They'll be grumpy when they wake up on a payday afternoon Hear the henpecked hubbies saying, "What will become of me "For I told my little woman that I'd hurry home to tea "She's going to play old Harry, and wail like one bereft "When she digs into my pockets and she finds there's little left" But if he uses a bit of blarney, she'll forgive him very soon 'Cause wives are tender-hearted on a payday afternoon Yes, the weary week has ended, it's payday on the job Let's go down to the local and mingle with the mob And when you've sunk a dozen, you could climb up to the moon Or walk to Boorooloola, on a payday afternoon

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Credits

Writers
  • Dan Sheahan
  • Slim Dusty