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'
There's work to be done You had a good go The tractor is ready there is plenty to sow This year's the year With good looking ground And I'm feeling
At the pub on Monday night I know I shouldn't but it just seems right Just need a place to be alone Can't believe a year has gone I'll have myself a
What the am I doing down George street I've been stuck at these lights for a day And I'm sitting here with this fella I've got a feeling that I've gone
Sheila sat on an old Drovers trail Waiting for her Dad to return Her brown little toes digging up the dirt In a flour bag dress her Mum had sown And
I wont miss a year Saddle up your horse and gear It's like droving's not over at all His body tired but restless still fighting for some fun His stories
As you drive away, I watched the tail lights disappear This old home is not the same without you here I've fallen for a truck driving man And I'm getting
I been lonesome, I been blue This old ghost town, brings nothing new Dusty north winds blow my tears away I just want to kiss a cowboy tonight CHORUS
Weekends when I go out walking Friends stop and they say hello They ask me how things are going I put on a show, a very good show I tell them that I'
The galahs they know that it's that time Upside down on the power lines Making a family on their minds Raining on the plains again Can you hear it drumming
I'm named after my grandmother I'm blessed with music and her with poetry And she told me this story And with my music I'd like to sing you, her sweet
An old piece of tin With rust and nail holes Holds up a house As a storm wind blows An old piece of tin With dog ears on each end Straighten them out
Mum and Dad are home Sitting round the table Dad's got his face buried in his hands Never seen Dad cry Didn't think that he was able Gravel on the drive
a long long way And can I be a Min Min light? And take some people in the night Without a trace And can I be a campfires heart? That cries sad stories
Fire up the motor, baby, I'm already packed I'll ride shotgun, navigate, throw the cooler in the back Let's try and get us lost Anywhere you want to go
(Lyrics: Parts of the "HALEL" praising words, Alon M., Kobi F. & parts taken from the "KORAN" translation) u'ma natata lo? u'ma natata lo? veketer
Listen up You don't want to hear this Ignore me if you must But I am trying to tell you something about The story of us. Another one born Another one
