Dinkum Bushman‘s Hands

　　Dinkum Bushman's Hands - Slim Dusty

　　The fingers are cracked and twisted

　　The nails are black an' torn

　　The backs are sunburnt to leather

　　The palms are calloused and worn

　　They're bent to the shape of an old horse shoe

　　They're rope burned scarred and tanned

　　But there's true strength in the hand shake

　　Of a dinkum bushman's hands

　　You'll see them curled 'round a glass

　　Or swingin' in the midst of a fight

　　Or frozen blue on the night watch

　　On a long cold winter's night

　　But don't think they are unfeeling

　　They're not only rough and hard

　　Oh just watch the gentle way they work

　　Handling a colt in the yard

　　They'll grip like a blue heeler's jaws

　　Impossible almost to shake free

　　But I've seen them pick up a tiger snake

　　And crack it against a tree

　　And they can hang on through the hard times

　　To life in the back barren land

　　Oh but money has a way of slippin' through

　　A dinkum bushman's hands

　　The fingers are cracked and twisted

　　The nails are black an' torn

　　The backs are sunburnt to leather

　　The palms are calloused and worn

　　They're bent to the shape of an old horse shoe

　　They're rope burned scarred and tanned

　　But there's true strength in the hand shake

　　Of a dinkum bushman's hands

　　Have you noticed the hands of a desk man

　　They're more like a woman's to me

　　Sheltered from wind and the blazing sun

　　In an office down by the sea

　　I don't think they'll leave a big imprint

　　In the shapin' of this old land

　　I Like to think that more will be done

　　By our dinkum bushman's hands

　　The fingers are cracked and twisted

　　The nails are black an' torn

　　The backs are sunburnt to leather

　　The palms are calloused and worn

　　They're bent to the shape of an old horse shoe

　　They're rope burned scarred and tanned

　　But there's true strength in the hand shake

　　Of a dinkum bushman's hands

　　Dinkum bushman's hands