Happy Jack(1996 Digital Remaster) - Slim Dusty

作曲：Wally Gold/Eddy Marnay/Pierre Wijnnobel

I once knew a feller a travelling mate

Not bada as fellers go

He was happiest when he was miserable

If ever that could be so

He'd wake up every mornin'

With the world upon his back

And so for the want of a better name

We called him happy Jack

If ever you travelled on outback tracks

Most of us sometimes do

With anxious eyes on the petrol gauge in the hope

It would see you through

You're a １００ miles from nowhere

And eighty still to go

You'll hear his voice like the crack of doom

The petrol's gettin' low

And when you're out on the black soul flats

And you know what some rain can do

You hope for the best as you head for the west

Then you whisper a prayer or two

And just when you're halfway over

And starting to breath again

You say with sigh and a mournful eye

I think we're in for rain

And when on a long and lonely run

Nothing in between

The town you left is away in the past

The next one a distant dream

O he'll prick up his ears and listen

And then in accents low

I don't like the noise she's makin' boss

The diff's about to go

When you've bumped over corrugations so

Deep you could bury a cow

You say to yourself it's pretty bad but the worst

Must be over now

Then he'll look at you with a woeful look and

Furrows on his brow

The last fifty miles on the road they say is

The worst in Australia now

Oh I wonder where he is today

This travelling mate I had

Where ever he is it's safe to say that things

Are really bad

If it's not the diff it's something else

Or petrol's gettin' low

It's pounds peanuts and that's a bet

Something's about to go