I Must Have Good Terbaccy When I Smoke - Slim Dusty

I was talking to a swaggy yesterday

Oh 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 stoney broke

I tramp from year to year

And I’ll drink all kinds of beer

But I must have good terbaccy when I smoke

Now I tell you this here old tobaccy tin

And the paint is gone the sides are dented in

And it’s opened many a bottle

In it’s wild and chequered life

And to me it has always been a friend

I one time had wife and everything

But a strange 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

Now when finally they reach the golden gate

They say Saint Peter he’s a decent bloke

If I’m taken with the blessed

This will be my last request

Oh I liked to have good baccy when I smoke

Yes I was talking to that swaggy yesterday

And what he told me I’ll remember clear

Tramping out there with the breeze

Happy as the birds and bees

And I reckon that he has the right idea