It’s no use wondering how it all begun A poor man’s life spent on the run Tho’ said he borrowed a Squatter’s fancy horse The Magistrate declared it was theft perforce With hard labour they sent him down A road gang set up out of town So when it was, they set him free He lived on the fringe of Society Unemployed after doing time Surviving on a life of petty crime So the troopers were sent to take him down Early in the morning set out of town He heard in the distance a dingo howl His trusty red dog’s warning growl If you are wondering ……
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Saw the injustice and inhumanity No longer a place he was meant to be Took what he needed and he stole a gun He took to the hills in the setting Sun Hidden away in a rocky lair Living it rough in the wild out there So began his highway spree For he stole their wallets and their dignity Held up homesteads at the point of his gun Until he was feared by all and one
The troopers and the tracker had again left town As they approached his camp, he shot one down Alerted by his red dog’s savage growl And a distant dingo’s baying howl. So where could he go from here ……
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For he had reached the point of no return So went on to pillage, loot and burn Now he had become a most wanted man They vowed to search throughout the land And when found there would be no mercy A bullet or a rope from the nearest tree At the last he wondered how it all went wrong And he dreamt of these things to keep him strong And he pined for a woman and a family But there ain’t no future for a wretch like me The troopers and the tracker they had found his lair And in a wild melee they had shot him there Too late came the warning of his red dog’s growl Though dying he heard the haunting howl.
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