Down At The Woolshed - Slim Dusty

Down at the woolshed you’ll find me,

Down at the woolshed’s the place to be,

Nobody’s singin' out «Wool away.»

They’re all just dancin' 'til the break of day.

Once the old woolshed used to ring,

To the sound of the shearing in full swing,

Rouse-about runs to the shearers shout,

«Tar here boy and be quick about it,»

Not any more all the sheep are gone,

The woolshed rings to a country song,

Old bush dancin' and the singing too,

Concertina and a fiddle tune,(Hey)

Down at the woolshed you’ll find me,

Down at the woolshed’s the place to be,

Nobody ever wants to go to bed,

There’s too much on at the old woolshed.

Ho!

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Down at the woolshed things have changed,

But all the good times are still the same,

There’s a different style to the dancin' now,

The music playin' has a different sound,

Down to the woolshed come with me,

Down at the woolshed I want to be,

Put on your jeans or your ole mole skins,

Be ready to dance and ready to sing,

To a cage an' fiddle and a guitar now,

Get in mind with the rest of the crowd,

And that’s stick sides on cowboy boots,

Dance to the band, don’t give two hoots.

Hup!

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Down at the woolshed you’ll find me,

Down at the woolshed’s the place to be,

Nobody’s singin' out «Wool away.»

We’re all just dancin' 'til the break of day.

Down at the woolshed you’ll find me,

Down at the woolshed’s the place to be,

Nobody ever wants to go to bed,

There’s too much on at the old woolshed.

Hup!

Hup!

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Everybody… take your partners

Oh Yeah!

Laughter

Pause

Down at the woolshed you’ll find me,

Down at the woolshed’s the place to be,

Nobody ever wants to go to bed,

They’re all too much at the old woolshed.

Down at the woolshed you’ll find me,

Down at the woolshed’s the place to be,

Nobody ever wants to go to bed,

There’s too much on at the old woolshed.

Fade Out