歌曲名 Peter Anderson And Co (Remastered)

歌手名 Slim Dusty

作曲：Slim Dusty+Henry Lawson

He had offices in Sydney many years ago

And his shingle bore the legend peter anderson and co

But his real name was careless as the fellows understood

And his relatives decided that he wasn't any good

'Twas their gentle tongues that blasted any character' he had

He was fond of beer and leisure and the co was just as bad

It was limited in number to a unit was the co

'Twas a bosom chum of Peter and his christian name was Joe

Oh the office was their haven for they lived there when hard up

A daily' for a table cloth a jam tin for a cup

If the chance the landlord's bailiff happened round in times like these

Just to seize the office fittings well there wasn't much to seize

And when morning brought the bailiff there'd be nothing to be seen

Save a piece of bevelled cedar where the tenant's plate had been

And there'd be no sign of Peter and there'd be no sign of Joe

But another portal boasted Peter anderson and co

Peter always met you smiling always seemed to know you well

Always gay and glad to see you always had a joke to tell

He could laugh when all was gloomy he could grin when all was blue

Sing a comic song and act it and appreciate one too

Glorious drunk and happy till they heard the roosters crow

And the landlady and neighbours made complaints about the co

But that life it might be likened to a reckless drinking song

But it couldn't last for ever and it never lasted long

Debt collecting ruined peter people talked him round too oft

For his heart was soft as butter and the co's was just as soft

But of course it wasn't business only Peter's careless way

And perhaps it pays in heaven but on earth it doesn't pay

They got harder up than ever and to make it worse the co

Went more often round the corner than was good for him to go

I might live he said to peter but I haven't got the nerve

I am going Peter going going no reserve

Peter's fault is very common feeling fitting and bereft

Paid the undertaker cash and then got drunk on what was left

Then he shed some tears half maudlin on the grave where lay the co

And he drifted to a township where the city failures go

In a town of wrecks and failures they appreciated him

Men who might have been who had been but who were not in the swim

They would ask him who the co was that queer company he kept

And he'd always answer vaguely he would say his partner slept

That he had a sleeping partner' jesting while his spirit broke

And they grinned above their glasses for they took it for a joke

Till at last there came a morning when his smile was seen no more

He was gone from out the office and his shingle from the door

And a boundary rider jogging out across the neighb'ring run

Was attracted by a something that was blazing in the sun

And he found that it was peter lying peacefully at rest

With a bottle close beside him and the shingle on his breast

Yes he had offices in Sydney many years ago

And his shingle bore the legend Peter anderson and co