Letra
Ver letra con acordes
[Intro]
[Verse]
We finished shearing sheep, out west of the Paroo
And now it s rained three inches, we don t know what to do
A week ago the sand was loose, the dust blew every day
And now the mud is two feet deep and we can t get away
[Verse]
I ve just been talking to the boss, you all know Hector Cope
He says the Bull is two miles wide, to cross it there s no hope
You hear a lot of people swear about the dough we make
But they forget the price of beer and all the combs we break
[Verse]
It might have been a good job once, those old hands had their breaks
They pushed a cart from shed to shed and lived on johnnycakes
They had more time to do the job and they worked nine hours a day
And after paying for their grub, one pound-a-hundred made
[Verse]
Now why I took this job on, I just can t understand
If the bloody sheep ain t waterlogged, the cows are full of sand
A man is doubled up all day, half-blinded by his sweat
And when the darkness comes around, cooped up in a mozzie net
[Verse]
I think I ll give this job away, I m tired of being greasy
I ve heard about a fencing job, they tell me it s dead easy
[Verse]
We finished shearing sheep, out west of the Paroo
And now it s rained three inches, we don t know what to do
A week ago the sand was loose, the dust blew every day
And now the mud is two feet deep and we can t get away
[Verse]
I ve just been talking to the boss, you all know Hector Cope
He says the Bull is two miles wide, to cross it there s no hope
You hear a lot of people swear about the dough we make
But they forget the price of beer and all the combs we break
[Verse]
It might have been a good job once, those old hands had their breaks
They pushed a cart from shed to shed and lived on johnnycakes
They had more time to do the job and they worked nine hours a day
And after paying for their grub, one pound-a-hundred made
[Verse]
Now why I took this job on, I just can t understand
If the bloody sheep ain t waterlogged, the cows are full of sand
A man is doubled up all day, half-blinded by his sweat
And when the darkness comes around, cooped up in a mozzie net
[Verse]
I think I ll give this job away, I m tired of being greasy
I ve heard about a fencing job, they tell me it s dead easy