Three Sons

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
 Stickin' to Herefords and it's been all right
 Prepared for the lean times and save for a drought
 But you can't always plan how the future turns out
 Life's gettin' harder to make what we need
 With low cattle prices and more mouths to feed
 Oh, six generations where camels run free
 I hope I am never too blind to see
 How fortunate, how proud can an old fella be
 Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me
 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
 Oh, six generations where camels run free
 I hope I am never too blind to see
 How fortunate, how proud can an old fella be
 Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me
 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
 Oh, six generations where camels run free
 I hope I am never too blind to see
 How fortunate, how proud can an old fella be
 Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me
 Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me