PADDY WILLIAM      copyright Norma o’hara Murphy (Bony Mountain Music) I have added chords jimjpy

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He (G) said he was born on (D)Marble Bar, been a (C)drover all his (G)life

With his old dark skin, (D)wrinkled grin, Grand (C) children and a (G) wife

Drove cattle through to  (D) Camoweal and up (C) the Isa (G)too

And his old eyes shone of the (D)days long gone

And the (C) mates he (G) knew.

VERSE
Well I met him there in Turkey Creek as he sat in a four wheel drive

I was glad to find his mind was sharp and the memories still alive

Of the drovin’ days on the stockyard camp when he rode at the boss’s side

For he’d been a ringer all his life, on the western side

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Oh’ (C)Paddy William is his name and (G)drovin’ was his game

But a (D)thousand miles on the outback trails

Is a (C)long long way from (G) home

Oh’ (C) Paddy William is his name, and (G)drovin’ was his game

But a (D) thousand miles on the outback trails
 
Is a (C)long, long way from (G) home.

VERSE
Well he looked so old and weary, as he proudly spoke his name

And his old eyes shone like beacons

When he talked of the drovin’ game

Said he was born on Marble Bar, been a drover all his life

With his old dark skin, wrinkled grin

Said he loved the life.
 
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VERSE
Well I guess he’s still at Turkey Creek near the hills of misty blue

And I hope his dreams of the cattle run, all come true

I hope he finds a horse so fine, to carry him away

He’ll be number one on the cattle run Like the good old days

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VERSE
So if you’re drivin’ through the Kimberleys, or around the Isa way

You might see him slowly ridin’ with a big mob on the graze

He’ll be tall and straight, don’t hesitate, just call out his name

Say gooday there, Paddy William how’s the drovin’ game

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Paddy William passed away around 1995, Slim Dusty recorded the song, written by Norma ohara Murphy