Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Three Sons, artist - John Williamson. Album song A Hell of a Career, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 18.07.2013
Record label: WM Australia
Song language: English
Three Sons |
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 colours 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 |