Slim Dusty - When The Rain Tumbles Down In July download song

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As the storm clouds gather on high, the stock horse is turned out to stray Slim, awaken to herds strayin by
As the storm clouds gather on high, their best crops are always in flood reach, the wheels of the wagons stop turning
On the husks in the barn through the day, let me wander north to the ho-omestead
The old station dogs are a-dozin, when the rain tumbles down in july
the wind from the south races by
As the storm clouds gather on high, on the husks in the barn through the day
the cattle string out along the fences

Their best crops are always in flood reach, the wind from the south races by
When the rain tumbles down in july, if it rises much more they ll be gone
let me linger
And the cattle move back from the lowlands, by a gully in flood Rain, and the limbs from the old gums are fallen
The wind from the south races by, the settlers with sad hearts are watching, on the husks in the barn through the day
Yes and that s just a story of homeward, if it rises much more they ll be gone
Yes and that s just a story of homeward, the old station dogs are a-dozin Dusty, by a gully in flood

and clouds fill the old northern sky
Yes and that s just a story of homeward, awaken to herds strayin by Slim, the old station dogs are a-dozin
The settlers with sad hearts are watching, let me linger, way out further on there to roam
And it s years since he s seen it so high, by a gully in flood, the stock horse is turned out to stray
The wind from the south races by, if it rises much more they ll be gone Dusty, the stock horse is turned out to stray
let me linger
the sleeping gums on the hillside

When the rain tumbles down in july, on the husks in the barn through the day
When the summery sunshine has flown, let me linger When, where the logs tangle up on the creek beds
the wheels of the wagons stop turning
and the cattle move back from the lowlands
The cattle string out along the fences, where the logs tangle up on the creek beds
And clouds fill the old northern sky, as the storm clouds gather on high
When the summery sunshine has flown, when the rain tumbles down in july Slim, as the storm clouds gather on high

the old station dogs are a-dozin
The cattle string out along the fences, and clouds fill the old northern sky When, the wheels of the wagons stop turning
The settlers with sad hearts are watching, let me wander north to the ho-omestead
The wind from the south races by, their best crops are always in flood reach
The settlers with sad hearts are watching, the wheels of the wagons stop turning
the old station dogs are a-dozin
The cattle string out along the fences, the wheels of the wagons stop turning

as the storm clouds gather on high
And clouds fill the old northern sky, when the summery sunshine has flown, let me wander north to the ho-omestead
Their best crops are always in flood reach, here on the flats where the fences have vanished, and the limbs from the old gums are fallen
Their best crops are always in flood reach, and it s years since he s seen it so high, and the limbs from the old gums are fallen
the old station dogs are a-dozin
The sleeping gums on the hillside, awaken to herds strayin by, their best crops are always in flood reach
Way out further on there to roam, as the storm clouds gather on high Slim, here on the flats where the fences have vanished

if it rises much more they ll be gone
the cattle string out along the fences
And the limbs from the old gums are fallen, let me linger
The settlers with sad hearts are watching, the wind from the south races by
their best crops are always in flood reach
The stock horse is turned out to stray, the old station dogs are a-dozin
Awaken to herds strayin by, the sleeping gums on the hillside, if it rises much more they ll be gone

Yes and that s just a story of homeward, the wheels of the wagons stop turning
When the rain tumbles down in july, the sleeping gums on the hillside
And the cattle move back from the lowlands, when the rain tumbles down in july, the wheels of the wagons stop turning
When the rain tumbles down in july, their best crops are always in flood reach
When the summery sunshine has flown, the old station dogs are a-dozin
When the rain tumbles down in july, yes and that s just a story of homeward, way out further on there to roam