Slim Dusty - Captain Thunderbolt lyrics
rate meWest of Uralla in wild mountain ranges, where frost devils swaddle the landscape in white
Where long grasses wilt in the cold autumn changes, and woodfires at evening in homesteads burn bright
Where sunrise breaks red like a wound that is bleeding, the hills of New England lie misty and dim
By the highway where mordern day vehicles are speeding, Thunderbolts lookout rears rugged and grim
Bushranger bold like a hawk in its erie, scanning the road for the mounted pursuit
Cynically watching for police tired and weary, seeking the mail coach in search of its loot
Plundering while baffled the troopers debated, easily evading the ambush they lay
Swift to the cave where the dark woman waited, after a foray successfully made
Where sunrise breaks red like a wound that is bleeding, the hills lie all misty and dim
By the highway where mordern day vehicles are speeding, Thunderbolts lookout rears rugged and grim
Was he a brave hero or scoundral defiant?, taking and heeding the pathway to crime
Kneeling to know God or Devil suppliant, shot like a dog in the waterhole slime
Only a name now for histories researchers, living forever in legend in memory and tales
Bushman still claim on the old lookout perches, Thunderbolts ghost as the evening grows pale
Where sunrise breaks red like a wound that is bleeding, the hills lie all misty and dim
By the highway where mordern day vehicles are speeding, Thunderbolts lookout rears rugged and grim
