Wintertime dad came home, dirty diesel and rust,
pearly whites like diamonds,
smiling through the dust.
Yummy mutton and pumpkin for
a hungry guttered crew.
And we knew
Mum loved us all to death
And we all loved her too
Well I couldn't wait to walk
in my old man's shoes
And what more could I ask
To head off with my biscuit tin
Black tea in a thermos flask
To learn to plough a real straight line
And learn to be alone
In ever -diminishing circles
Solve problems on my own
Now it's considered normal
To pass your acres down
But if you've got more children
Well, you try to buy more ground
So you borrow heaps of money
just to give your kids a go
After all that's said and done,
you taught them all you know
After all that's said and done
You taught them all you know
Now there were days we nearly sold
With frost and then a drought
Easier ways to make a quid would
sort the young ones out
They say it builds your character,
good women and good men
Who turn around when the crop
has failed and sow it all again
So hold on tight you cockies,
I know the feeling well
If you couldn't save the family farm,
then you'd rather go to hell
No one will share your burden,
no one will share the blame
And my heart goes out to the families of
the farming gang
Yes, my heart goes out to the
families of the farming game.