Slim Dusty - Sweeney Lyrics
It was somewhere in September and the sun was goin' downWhen I came in search of coffee, to a Darling River townCome-And-Have-A-Drink we'll call it, 'tis a fitting name I thinkAnd 'twas raining, for a wonder, up at Come-And-Have-A-DrinkUnderneath the pub verandah I was resting on a bunkWhen a stranger rose before me, and he said that he was drunkHe apologised for speaking, there was no offence he sworeBut he somehow seemed to fancy that he'd seen my face beforeHe agreed you can't remember all the chaps you chance to meetAnd he said his name was Sweeney, people lived in Sussex StreetHe was camping in a stable, that he swore that he was rightOnly for the blanky horses walkin' over him all nightHe'd apparently been fighting, for his face was black and blueAnd it looked as though the horses had been treading on him tooBut an honest genial twinkle in the eye that wasn't hurtSeemed to hint of something better, spite of drink and rags and dirtHe was born in Parramatta and he said with humour grimThat he'd like to see the city, 'ere the liquor finished himBut he couldn't raise the money, he was damned if he could thinkWhat the Government was doing here, he offered me a drinkI declined, 'twas self-denial and I lectured him on boozeUsing all the hackneyed arguments that preachers mostly useThings I'd heard in temperance lectures, I was young and rather greenAnd I ended by referring to the man he might have beenBut he couldn't stay to argue, for his beer was nearly goneHe was glad, he said, to meet me, and he'd see me later onBut he guessed he'd have to go and get his bottle filled againAnd he gave a lurch and vanished in the darkness and the rain-ac
