Three Sons - John Williamson

作曲：John Williamson

I'm into cattle my father was too

From great great grandfather

All the way through

And we scarcely

have wasted an hour of daylight

Stickin' to herefords

and it's been all right

Prepared for the lean times

And save for a drought

But you can't always plan

How the future turns out

Life's gettin' harder

to make what we need

With low cattle prices

and more mouths to feed

Oh six generations

where camels run free

I hope I am never too blind to see

How fortunate

How proud can an old fella be

Three sons in their swags 'round

The stock camp with me

Sent the boys off to school

to see Adelaide

How other folks live

get a job learn a trade

Couldn't keep them away

'Cause their hearts are still here

My butcher my welder

my diesel engineer

Oh six generations where

camels run free

I hope I am never too blind to see

How fortunate how proud

can an old fella be

Three sons in their swags 'round

The stock camp with me

And I come in for dinner

The sun hits the range

In a matter of seconds

the colors all change

From gold down to violet

the soul has been burned

And I understand fully

Why they have returned

Cause I'm into cattle my

father was too

From great great grandfather

All the way through

And we've never been

guilty of wasting daylight

We work hard we play hard

And we sleep well at night

Oh six generations

Where camels run free

I hope I am never too blind to see

How fortunate how proud

can an old fella be

Three sons in their swags 'round

The stock camp with me

Three sons in their swags 'round

The stock camp with me