Slim Dusty - Pay Day At The Pub Lyrics
Now the weary week has ended, it's pay day on the jobLet's go down to the local and mingle with the mobYou'll meet the dinkum Aussies, rough and ready as they areWith hard faces brown as leather, lined up around the barSomeone is sure to greet you, you chaps I'm glad to seeCome on you pair of somethings, and have a drink with meWhile the barmaid juggles glasses and the boss works with a willFor he loves to hear the rattle of the silver in the tillNow the rousabout is busy, he hasn't time to thinkAnd I'm sure he'd never hear you if you ask him for a drinkOh the barrels that are heavy will be light ones very soonWhen the brumbies come to water on a pay day afternoonNow the world is such a great place, everyone is doing wellAnd strange it is to listen to the stories that they tellSome are ridin' buckin' brumbies, some are up north in the caneSome are growling at the weather and are wishing it would rainAnd there's old Jimmy Wooter in the corner by himselfTelling stories to the bottles that are standing on the shelfOh he once was high and mighty though forlorn he's looking nowIn a hat that came from nowhere and a torn old Jackie HoweNow the clock is moving onwards, the lightweights have their fillBut those with more horse power are staying with it stillSome have already had it and are layed out in a swoonThey'll be grumpy when they wake up on a pay day afternoonHear the hen-pecked hubbies saying what will become of meFor I told my little woman that I'd hurry home to teaShe's going to play old Harry and whale like one bereftWhen she digs into my pockets and she finds there's little leftBut if he uses a bit of blarney she'll forgive
