Three Sons Lyrics - The Way It Is - John Williamson

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 colors 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