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Michael Martin Murphey

Three Sons

 

Three Sons

(Album: High Stakes - 2016)


I'm into cattle, my Father was too
From Great Great Grandfather all the way through
And we've never have wasted an hour of daylight
Sticking to Herefords and it's been all right
Prepared for the lean times and save for a drought
But you can't always tell how the future turns out
Life's getting harder to make what we need
With low cattle prices and more mouths to feed

Oh, six generations where cattle 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
See how other folks live, get a job learn a trade
But they couldn't keep stay gone 'cause their hearts are still here
My butcher, my welder, my diesel engineer

Oh, six generations where cattle 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
I'm into cattle, my Father was too
From Great Great Grandfather all the way through
And we've never have wasted an hour of daylight
Sticking to Herefords and it's been all right

Oh, six generations where cattle 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

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