Slim Dusty - Finney\'s Home Brew lyrics

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Now Ive tasted martinis at flash city clubs,

Swallowed bad whiskey at waterfront pubs,

Mixed with the Knobs that are social, I do,

But I'd rather a bottle of Finny's home brew.

Now Finney's a bushman, who lives all alone,

In a little tin hut in the hills on his own,

With only his horses, the possums and 'roos

And an ol black fermented powerful brews.

Oh that wonderful brew known as Finney's home brew,

Taste it, old mate, you won't know what to do,

When your all alone with the possums and roos

And an ol black fermented will mellow your blues.

And should ever you call at that humble abode,

When Finney invites you, one for the road,

Unsaddle your horse, and just turn him to grass,

For I'm sure that you'll finish up flat on your (laugh)face.

Ive oft heard the tale, of the possums that come,

Creeping at night from the tall mountain gum,

To sample the dregs that old Finney threw,

From his old black fermented while makin a brew.

Oh that wonderful brew known as Finney's home brew,

The possums out there mate are tasting it too,

And the bushland is ringing with a hullaballoo

Of a mad mob of possums steamed up on that brew.

And should ever old Finney be called to his rest,

I'm sure they will find him, a place with the blessed,

Chief brewer to Peter and the angels on high,

Oh, the harps will be twanging, that day in the sky.

Oh that wonderful brew known as Finney's home brew

The people up yonder are trying it too,

With their feathers all ruffled an' the halos askew

Hallelujah, hallelujah, for Finney's home brew.

Oh, that wonderful brew known as Finney's home brew,

Taste it old mate, you won't know what to do,

For theres one thing I know and Ill even bet you,

It could make a bloke fly, bite a buck kangaroo..

Old Finney's home brew,

Oh that old mountain brew,

Finney's home brew.

[From his album: "West of Winton"

Songwriters/Composers: Slim Dusty; Tom Oliver;

Transcribed: Marten Busstra 2010]