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I was talking to a swaggy yesterday

His beard was long his hair was silver grey

His dress was out of style but he wore a friendly smile

And here is what the old man had to say

“You may think me most unusual my boy

When I tell you straight that I am stony broke

I tramp from year to year and I’ll drink all kinds of beer

But I like to have good 'baccy when I smoke"

Now I’ll show you this here old terbacco tin

The paint is gone the sides are dinted in

But it’s opened many a bottle in its wild and chequered life

And to me it has always been a friend

[Yodel]

I one time had a wife and everything

But a stranger came and soon we were apart

So I left my friends and home and I hit the road to roam

But nicotine has mended my old heart

I’ve got no use for money in my life

You strive and struggle till it gets you down

I tramp until I lag and then I’ll drop my swag

And I’ll sit and smoke and watch the world go 'round

When finally I reach the golden gates

They say St Peter he’s a decent bloke

If I’m taken with the blessed this will be my last request

I must have good terbaccy when I smoke

Yes I was talking to that swaggy yesterday

And what he told me I’ll remember clear

Trampin’ out there with the breeze happy as the birds and bees

And I reckon that he has the right idea.

[Yodel]