She don't love me for my money. Come friday night half my money's spent. Every time it rains the roof starts leakin'. She don't love me for this shack where we pay rent.
Your world is open plains, and the sounds of horses' hooves, its campfires through. and embers and raining on tin roofs.. Your world is sealed with moon beams, beneath the starry sky, and all I wanna do is.
Billy was a drover. He lived out on the three chain road. Fell in love with Mary and they married. She made his shack a home. . He drove them off to Queensland.
works a 12 hour day from sun up til sun down. he's doing what he can to make the wheels go round. in a shed down the track he knows how to bend his back.
Verse 1:. Tell the boss we're shooting through, wont be back for a week or two,. blowing up dust on an old back road, we'll get away fast and come back slow,.
Verse one:. In the school yard I remember,. at seven years of age,. you walked right up and kissed. my cheek and laughed and ran away.. I blushed and got embarrassed,.
There's dust on my boots and a four day growth on my chin. A sink full of dishes, looks like the rain's settin' in. These days spent in hiding, with rain coming down on my roof.
I wave goodbye to her down at the station. With all her friends and family gathered there. Her mother said she'll keep the home fires burning. Because leaving home is such a sad affair.