Ringer From The Top End - Slim Dusty

I’m a ringer from the top end where ya gotta know your job

And what you’re doin' each day on 2 million acres you bet

Ya have to earn your pay if ya wanna take it on

There’s one thing that shouldn’t be forgotten

Nobody else can do the job like a ringer from the top end

Out on the fence line swallowing dust, blood on my hands from the barb

Hoping that rogue bull won’t see the hole before they get him in the yard

But I get a funny feeling in the middle of my back

Sure enough he’s coming like a train down the track

That’s when nobody else moves faster than the ringer from the top end

Instrumental

I’m a ringer from the top end

Where ya gotta muster 3 thousand head in a day

Move 'em to the yards and water them at end of day

It’s not the sort of job you’d take if you’re looking for a soft one

But ya take a kinda pride in saying, «I'm a ringer from the top end.»

Well I roll out my swag 'neath the boab tree

And then I’m out like a light dreaming about those girls in town

Next thing it’s broad daylight no time to dream of what might have been

I’m in a dirty bull catcher with the mustering team

I better keep my mind on the job 'cause I’m a ringer from the top end.

Hey!

And nobody does the job better than a ringer from the top end.

Oh Yeah!