The Brass Well (1992 Digital Remaster) - Slim Dusty
'Tis a legend of the bushmen from the days of cunning ham
When he opened up the country and the early squatters came
'Tis the old tale of a fortune missed by men who did not seek
And perhaps you haven't heard it the brass well on my all creek
They were north of running rivers they were south of queens land rains
And a blazing drought was scorching every grass blade from the plains
So the stock men drove the cattle to the range where there was grass
And a couple sunk a well and found what they believed was brass
Here's some blooming brass they muttered when they found it in the clay
And they thought no more about it and in time they went away
But they heard of gold and saw it somewhere down by inveigler
And they felt and weighed it crying hell we found it in the well
And they worked about the station and at times they took the track
Always meaning to save money always meaning to go back
Always meaning like the bushmen who go drifting round like wrecks
And they'd get half way to my all strike a pub and blow their Cheshire
Then they told two more about it and those other two grew old
And they never found the brass well and they never found the gold
For the scrub grows dense and quickly and though many went to seek
No one ever struck the lost track to the well on my all creek
And the story is forgotten and I'm sitting here alas
With a woeful load of trouble and a woeful lack of brass
But I dream at times that I might find what many went to seek
That my luck might lead my footsteps to the well on my all creek
'Tis a legend of the bushmen from the days of cunning ham
When he opened up the country and the early squatters came
'Tis the old tale of a fortune missed by men who did not seek
And perhaps you haven't heard it the brass well on my all creek
And perhaps you haven't heard it the brass well on my all creek
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