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[Verse]
Dm G C
We finished shearing sheep, out west of the Paroo
Dm G C
And now it's rained three inches, we don't know what to do
G C G C
A week ago the sand was loose, the dust blew every day
Dm Dm7 G C
And now the mud is two feet deep and we can't get away
[Verse]
Dm G C
I've just been talking to the boss, you all know Hector Cope
Dm G C
He says the Bull is two miles wide, to cross it there's no hope
G C G C
You hear a lot of people swear about the dough we make
Dm Dm7 G C
But they forget the price of beer and all the combs we break
[Verse]
Dm G C
It might have been a good job once, those old hands had their breaks
Dm G C
They pushed a cart from shed to shed and lived on johnnycakes
G C G C
They had more time to do the job and they worked nine hours a day
Dm Dm7 G C
And after paying for their grub, one pound-a-hundred made
[Verse]
Dm G C
Now why I took this job on, I just can't understand
Dm G C
If the bloody sheep ain't waterlogged, the cows are full of sand
G C G C
A man is doubled up all day, half-blinded by his sweat
Dm Dm7 G C
And when the darkness comes around, cooped up in a mozzie net
[Verse]
Dm G C
I think I'll give this job away, I'm tired of being greasy
Dm G C
I've heard about a fencing job, they tell me it's dead easy
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