I Milk Cows

I milk cows, I grow spuds, I drive tractors, I fix pumps.

I plough dirt, I run stock, life's good, I thank God.

There's a shed out the back with a bench and a vice,

A motor pulled down and irrigation pipes.

When the pump won't pump, you strip it all down,

When the things won't go you figure it out.

I milk cows, I grow spuds, I drive tractors, I fix pumps.

I plough dirt, I run stock, life's good, I thank God.

I'm up for the dawn, and off to the shed,

The herd comes in about 100 head.

They're all my mates, I call 'em by name,

There's Dolly and Daisy, Elvis and Jane.

I milk cows, I grow spuds, I drive tractors, I fix pumps.

I plough dirt, I run stock, life's good, I thank God.

Will I get through the drought, I'm walkin in dust,

And in a big wet, im sinking in mud.

I learned from the best, I learned on the job,

I'm carrying on from where my father left off.

I milk cows, I grow spuds, I drive tractors, I fix pumps.

I plough dirt, I run stock, life's good, I thank God.

I clear scrub, I cut wood, I get dry, a beer's good.'

I like it here, I hate crowds, it's my life, I milk cows.