Back On The Grader

Have you seen the old stockman, at the functions and balls

He drinks while they serve him and he sleeps where he falls

He'll be crook Sunday, but he'll turn up Monday, though

He wonders if one day he'll bother at all

Cause they've turned out the horses

The whole bloody plant

And he'd ride a bike if he could but he can't

And if you live to chase cattle

You'll die when you aren't

And he's back on the grader again.

He got married young on a wing and a prayer

And it promised the world, but they didn't go there

'Cos a wet season ends and away like the damp

He shoulders his saddle and he's back in the camp

Cause they've turned out the horses

The whole bloody plant

And he'd ride a bike if he could but he can't

And if you live to chase cattle

You'll die when you aren't

And he's back on the grader again.

He can't keep the books cause he can't read or write

And he's too old for driving a roadtrain at night

The windmills too high and the fencings too hard

He's too proud for the garden, too slow for the yard

Cause they've turned out the horses

The whole bloody plant

And he'd ride a bike if he could but he can't

And if you live to chase cattle

You'll die when you aren't

And he's back on the grader again.

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