歌曲名 Men Who Come Behind (Remastered)

歌手名 Slim Dusty

作曲：Slim Dusty+Henry Lawson

There's a class of men and women

Who are always on their guard

Cunning treacherous suspicious

Feeling softly grasping hard

Yet without the courage

To forsake the beaten track

Wearily they feel their way behind

A bolder spirit's back

They will stick to you as sin does

While your money comes and goes

But they'll leave you when you haven't

Got a dollar in your clothes

And you may get some help from others

But you'll nearly always find

That you cannot get assistance

From the men who come behind

There are many far too many

In this world of prose and rhyme

Always looking for another's

Footprints on the sands of time

Journalistic imitators

Are the meanest of mankind

And the grandest themes are hackneyed

By the pens that come behind

If you strike a novel subject

Write it up and do not fail

They will rhyme and prose about it

Till your very own is stale

As they raved about the bushland

That the wattle boughs perfume

Till the reader cursed that region

And the stink of wattle bloom

They will follow in your footsteps

While you're groping for the light

But they'll run to get before you

When they see you're going right

And they'll trip you up and baulk you

In their blind and greedy heat

Like a stupid pup hat hasn't

Learned to trail behind your feet

So take your loads of sin and sorrow

On an energetic back

Go and strike across the country

Where there isn't any track

And I fancy that the subject

Could be further treated here

But we'll leave it to be hackneyed

By the fellows in the rear

Oh there are many far too many

In this world of prose and rhyme

Always looking for another's

Footsteps on the sands of time

Journalistic imitators

Are the meanest of mankind

And the grandest themes are hackneyed

By the pens that come behind