Lyrics Thargomindah (The Way It Is) - John Williamson

Thargomindah (The Way It Is)

Don’t think about the hours
Goin' round and round
About the cost of fuel
The seed you’ve planted in the ground
It’ll send you crazy
Belt your head against the wall
And question why you’re in the game at all
Yeah, you wait two years for decent rain
To save a thirsty crop
And now it goin' yellow
Cause the bloody rain won’t stop
But that’s the way it is
Where inland rivers flow
An irony that real bush people know
But the folks in Thargomindah haven’t seen the grass so tall
It’s an ill wind that blows no good, the rain can’t please us all
No complaints in Thargomindah or out Wanaaring way
Smiles all 'round in Gidgieland today
And you’re thinkin' «here we go again»
With a bucket and a mop
It’s been fifteen years
Since the food went through your shop
And it’s an act of God
So insurance doesn’t pay
You turn around and start again today
Wihile a mob of hungry Brahmans
Spread to let us through
If they could speak I’m sure they’d say
All’s well on old Barcoo
When they reach Windorah
Fat enough to sell
The cattleman will treat his drovers well
Yeah there’s no complaints in Gidgieland today