The Old Jimmy Woodser(1996 Digital Remaster) - Slim Dusty

作曲：Slim Dusty/Henry Lawson

Henry Lawson and 'Banjo' Paterson(Remastered)

The old Jimmy Woodser comes into the bar

Unwelcomed unnoticed unknown

Too old and too odd to be drunk with by far

So he glides to the end where the lunch baskets are

And they say that he tipples alone

And they say that he tipples alone

His frockcoat is green and the nap is no more

And his hat is not quite at its best

He wears the peaked collar our grandfathers wore

The black-ribbon tie that was legal of yore

And the coat buttoned over his breast

And the coat buttoned over his breast

But I dreamed as he tasted his 'bitter' to-night

And the lights in the bar-room grew dim

That the shades of the friends of that other day's

Light

And of girls that were bright in our grandfathers

Sight

Lifted shadowy glasses to him

Lifted shadowy glasses to him

Yes the old Jimmy Woodser comes into the bar

Unwelcomed unnoticed unknown

Too old and too odd to be drunk with by far

So he glides to the end where the lunch baskets are

And they say that he tipples alone

Then I opened the door and the old man passed out

With his short shuffling step and bowed head

And I sighed for I felt as I turned me about

An odd sense of respect born of whisky no doubt

For a life that was fifty years dead

For a life that was fifty years dead

And I thought there are times when our memory trends

Through the future as 'twere on its own

That I out-of-date ere my pilgrimage ends

In a new-fashioned bar to dead loves and dead friends

Might drink like the old man alone

Might drink like the old man alone