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I'm into cattle, my Father was too |
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From Great Great Grandfather all the way through |
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And we scarcely have wasted an hour of daylight |
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Stickin' to Herefords and it's been all right |
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Prepared for the lean times and save for a drought |
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But you can't always plan how the future turns out |
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Life's gettin' harder to make what we need |
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With low cattle prices and more mouths to feed |
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Oh, six generations where camels run free |
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I hope I am never too blind to see |
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How fortunate, how proud can an old fella be |
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Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me |
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Sent the boys off to school to see Adelaide |
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How other folks live, get a job learn a trade |
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Couldn't keep them away 'cause their hearts are still here |
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My butcher, my welder, my diesel engineer |
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Oh, six generations where camels run free |
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I hope I am never too blind to see |
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How fortunate, how proud can an old fella be |
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Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me |
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And I come in for dinner, the sun hits the range |
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In a matter of seconds the colours all change |
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From gold down to violet the soul has been burned |
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And I understand fully why they have returned |
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Cause I'm into cattle, my Father was too |
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From Great Great Grandfather all the way through |
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And we've never been guilty of wasting daylight |
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We work hard, we play hard and we sleep well at night |
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Oh, six generations where camels run free |
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I hope I am never too blind to see |
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How fortunate, how proud can an old fella be |
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Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me |
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Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me |
