Paddy William - Slim Dusty

YAARA Yaaraa... Ye kaisi dosti hai Yaaraa... Tu door par yahin hai Hanstaa main yun hi Par khushi kyun nahi Sach bataa. Kya yaad ye teri hai Yaaraa... Teri hi dosti hai Yaaraa... Jo aankhon mein nami hai Wo raaton ko ghar se nikalnaa Wo sapno ke juganoo pakadnaa Wo dhunon ke chhalley banaa ke udanaa... Wo sadkon pe subaha sajanaa... Wo chaai ki chuski mein Sadiyon ki baatein Wo masti mein bheegi si raatein Maangu main kuchh nahi... Chal chalein bus wahin... Dhadkane... jahan pe thami hai... Yaaraa... ye raaste wahi hain... Yaaraa... teri hi bus kami hai... Tu taale balaa, tu hi hausala... Aa kismat se mujhko tu phir se mila... Tu hai door kyun, yahi hai khalaa... Aa lag jaa gale mujhko denaa rulaa... Tu jo hai paas phir... Gamm bhi lage hain haseen... Tu hai toh. Dua si Zindagi hai... Yaaraa... hai jeet bhi tujh hi se... Yaaraa... main haarun bus tujh hi se... Yaaraa... Teri hi dosti hai... Yaaraa... Jo badali na kabhi hai... Yaaraa... Yaaraa...

In 1841, the corduroy breeches I put on Me corduroy breeches I put on To work upon the railway, the railway I'm weary of the railway Poor Paddy works on the railway In 1842, from Hartlepool I moved to Crewe Found myself a job to do a working on the railway I was wearing corduroy breeches, digging ditches, pulling switches dodging pitches As I was working on the Railway In 1843, I broke the shovel across me knee I went to work for the company, on the Leeds to Selby railway I was wearing corduroy breeches, digging ditches, pulling switches dodging pitches As I was working on the Railway In 1844, I landed on the Liverpool shore My belly was empty, me hands were raw With working on the railway, the railway I'm sick to my guts of the railway Poor Paddy works on the railway In 1845, when Daniel O'Connell he was alive When Daniel O'Connell he was alive And working on the railway I was wearing corduroy breeches, digging ditches, pulling switches dodging pitches As I was working on the Railway In 1846 I changed my trade to carrying bricks I changed my trade to carrying bricks To working on the railway I was wearing corduroy breeches, digging ditches, pulling switches dodging pitches As I was working on the Railway In 1847 poor Paddy was thinking of going to Heaven The old bugger was thinking of going to Heaven To work upon the railway, the railway I'm sick to my death of the railway Poor Paddy works on the railway I was wearing corduroy breeches, digging ditches, pulling switches dodging pitches As I was working on the Railway

Yeah I think it's turning back around And I think I like it I think it's turning back around Though I don't know why it is I think it's turning back on me I'm down on the upside I think it's turning back on me Now I'm on the good ride And nothing's gonna put me out It's backing down and under I'm down on the upside now It's turning back around And turning back around, ooh I think it's coming on the wind Just like you said it I think it's coming on the wind And I'm gonna let it I think it's turning back on me Everything's easy I think it's turning back on me Everything's real to me And nothing's gonna put me out It's backing down and under I'm down on the upside now It's turning back around Turning back around And turning back around Yeah I think it's coming on the wind Just like you said it I think it's coming on the wind And I'm gonna let it And nothing's gonna put me out, yeah It's backing down and under I'm down on the upside now It's turning back around Turning back around Turning back around I'm turning back around (turnin', turnin', turnin', turnin') Turning back around (turnin', turnin', turnin', turnin') Turning back around (turnin', turnin', turnin', turnin') Turning back around (turnin', turnin', turnin', turnin') Turning back around Oh, ooh-oh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh Mmm-mmm