Cydi - John Williamson

作曲：John Williamson

She walks like her old man

over active and thin

She laughs at all the same things

that makes her father grin

She's only 15 no brothers in her clan

And her father calls her Cydi

his right hand man

She can drive a tractor

or curse a useless dog

Shear a sheep strain

a fence or cut a nine foot log

She was meant to be a boy

it didn't go to plan

But her father loves his Cydi

his right hand man

But the boys in the town

today are turning their heads

Is that really Cydi that tomboy kid of Ed's

She used to kick the footy

win every race we ran

Ed knew the world was changing

for his right hand man

You won't find her in the kitchen

she won't make her bed

She'd rather make a sheep

grate with a welder in the shed

Or just be out there in the

bush doing what she can

Just being with her father

his right hand man

And her mother takes her shopping

it's time she bought a dress

Looking in the mirror

Not bad she must confess

But I'd rather have that pair of jeans

and boots if I can

She's still her father's Cydi

his right hand man

And the boys in the town today

are turning their heads

Is that really Cydi that tomboy kid of Ed's

She used to kick the footy

win every race we ran

Ed knew the world was changing

for his right hand man

Yet her father loved his Cydi

his right hand man