Dribbler Bill - Slim Dusty
I see him still ole Dribbler Bill
His frame as hard as gidgee
He drove the mail on Bridal
Tracks in country soft and rigid
Never had too much to say
But when he did was just a drawl
And ya’ kinda got the feelin'
He'd be handy in a brawl
His Leyland truck was like ole Bill
Gusty rough and slow
He took that truck through country
Where a dozer wouldn't go
Yeah but he's been bogged down tyre deep
Back in Coober Hole
When others turned their trucks around
And headed back for home
Now old Bill would do those little things
For bush folk far from town
Had a memory like Sir Sydney
Never wrote the items down
Newspapers he would put inside
Mailbox on the ridge
And every stop along the way
Had somethin' for the kids
He was seen to be a lonely man
Like one deprived of luck
An outward sign did only make was
That old Leyland truck
He'd caress that smooth ole steerin'
Wheel ease along the track
The last words that I heard him say was
"See ya later Jack "
Now the mail still serves the far outback
The jobs they handle fine
But mem'ries dwell on Dribbler Bill way back in '39
I remember every mail night
The excitement and the thrill
As we sat outside and waited for the likes of Dribbler Bill
Oh there's many times he helped us out
When tucker got real slack
Like fresh meat from the bullocks
Secured from somewhere up the track
Yeah great old man was Dribbler Bill
The kind who'd always stick
And he'd risk his life without a thought
For the needy and the sick Hey
Now I'd like to think
That Dribbler Bill still has the wheel in hand
Pushin' that old Leyland truck
Throughout that channel land
Should there be no trucks in heaven it's a halo to a pup
Just give old Bill a day or two and he'll start a mail run up
Yeah so long Bill