Three Sons taby ukulele według John Williamson (Chwyty barytonu)

D drone 

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

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Stickin' to Herefords and it's been all right 

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Prepared for the lean times and save for a drought

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But you can't always plan how the future turns out 

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Life's gettin' harder to make what we need

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With low cattle prices and more mouths to feed 

(refrain)

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Oh, six generations where camels run free

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I hope I am never too blind to see

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How fortunate, how proud can an old fella be

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Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me 

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Sent the boys off to school to see Adelaide
How other folks live, get a job learn a trade
Couldn't keep them away 'cause their hearts are still here
My butcher, my welder, my diesel engineer 

(refrain)

And I come in for dinner, the sun hits the range 
In a matter of seconds the colours all change
From gold down to violet the soul has been burned
And I understand fully why they have returned 

Cause I'm into cattle, my Father was too
From Great Great Grandfather all the way through 
And we've never been guilty of wasting daylight 
We work hard, we play hard and we sleep well at night
 
(refrain)
Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me