Slim Dusty - Getting Away From It All lyrics

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<b>Getting Away From It All</b> by <i>Slim Dusty</i><br />

I'm grim, sick and tired of the bushland,

And I long for the city so gay,

It seemed that my youth had been wasted,

The best years of life blown away,

The tales I had heard of the big town,

Made my life seem empty and dull,

So one night I fin'ly decided,

To get right away from it all.

So I sold my bridle and saddle,

My horse I turned loose on the run,

I caught the next train for the southland,

My days as a stockmen were done,

I soon learnt the ways of the bright lights,

Though life was so different and strange,

Wine, women and song of the night life

Soon made me forget the old dream,

I dressed in the latest of fashion,

Discarded my old western droll,

I wanted no part of the bushland,

At last I was free from it all.

Then one night with music and laughter,

Of women and sparkling champagne,

The setting I thralled to be part of,

Somehow didn't seem quite the same,

In Fant'sy I saw my old bushmates,

As they stood on the station that day,

And she tried so hard to keep smiling,

And wave as the train pulled away;

Oh, the train whistle echo resounded,

From gullies and mountains so tall,

It seemed to announce that a bushman,

Was getting away from it all.

it's two years ago since I wandered,

Away from the old cattle run,

I realize now for the first time,

The wild reckless thing I have done,

Oh, true friends by me were forsaken,

I let my truest love fall,

As out through the doorway of nature,

I walked away from it all.

But old mother nature forgive me,

And opened her doorways again,

There still may be time for redemption,

If I can break free from these chains,

Oh the northern bound train now is rolling,

And outside the moon shadows fall,

All the bright lights are fading behind me,

And I'm getting away from it all;

Yes getting away from it all.

[Songwriters/Composers: Pete Graves;

From his album: "Cattle Camp Crooner"

Transcribed: Marten Busstra 2010]