INTRO Well he's lookin' kinda jaded, And his sight is not the best, And the hair around around his muzzle's turnin' grey. He has seen a hundred musters, And I think its only fair: We leave him in the longyard here today. He was broken in the sixties, Maybe 63 or 4. Never faltered always seemed to be on hand, Never have I seen him beaten, By a bullock in the bush, And at night watch he was pick of all the land. So leave him out there in the longyard, Do not rush him. Leave him out there with his mate, the baldy bay. With his mates that he can graze, He can laze with. Leave him there and we will turn him out today. INSTRUMENTAL Oh yes he's lookin' kinda jaded, And his sight is not the best, And the hair around around his muzzle's turnin' grey. He has seen a hundred musters, And I think its only fair: We leave him in the longyard here today. He's entitled to some kindness, In return for all he's been. Now he's failin' and his step is gettin' slow. Let him squander his last summers By the river with his mates, In the paddock where the sweetest grasses grow. So leave him out there in the longyard, Do not rush him. Leave him out there with his mate, the baldy bay. Leave him out there till after smoko And we'll catch him. We'll pull his tail and turn him out today. Yeah, leave him out there in the longyard, Do not rush him. Leave him out there with his mate, the baldy bay. Leave him out there till after smoko And we'll catch him. We'll pull his tail and turn him out today. Yes we'll pull his tail and turn him out today. Oh leave him there and we will turn him out today.