A city girl is happy with her friends and family life. Appreciates a wine with at night. She tries to find the sparkle she searches but it's gone. With lots of love she hopes he'll be alright.
A city girl is happy with her friends and family life. Appreciates a wine with him at night. She tries to find the sparkle she searchs but it's gone. With lots of love she hopes he'll be alright.
by John Williamson. . It's time to think of why we're proud to be a part of. A land so ancient, so hard to get a hold of. Why the kangaroo and emu is on the baggy green.
Hey, true blue. Don't say you've gone. Say you've knocked off for a smoko. And you'll be back later on. Hey, true blue. . Hey, true blue. Give it to me straight, face to face.
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.
by John Williamson. . It's not a hard place it's a soft and gentle land. Gonna lay my bed on the soft and gentle sand. Hear old man time whisper in my ear.
by John Williamson. . Send down the rain, Lord, if you don't mind.. Send down the rain, lightning and thunder,. If my crops don't get a drink we cannot stay.
by John Williamson. . I'm just a river crying out. You don't love me anymore. You float your boats and bottles. And spew out on my shore. . You don't love me anymore.
What am I gonna do - what about the future?. Gotta draw the line without delay. Why shouldn't I get emotional - the bush is sacred. Ancient life will fade away.
My Dad snores, does yours?. My Grandpa snores too. Through walls and doors. It rumbles right through. M'Mum's nearly goin' insane. Though she kicks him again and again.
by John Williamson. . Real country people in their prime,. Livin' in New South on Queensland time. He's a stockman, likes raisin' sheep,. Likes raisin' children, don't get much sleep.
by John Williamson. . Wouldn't you like to ride along a country road. I'll give you a gentle push. I swell with pride to see the countryside. When I wander aimlessly through the bush.
by John Williamson. . Goodbye Bunyip Bluegum, goodbye Blinky Bill. And beautiful little Nutsie, I can't believe it. Our koalas are all dying, can it really be.
by John Williamson. . Dingo, Dingo - why you runnin' scared?. Dingo, Dingo - why you runnin' scared?. Guard dog of the mountains. Keepin' the rats from eatin' it all away.
We had a cat. His name was Bill. He caught our budgie on the window sill. One holy day, one Sunday morn. Left only feathers on our back lawn. Oh no Bill, you can't do that.