Wintertime dad came home, dirty diesel and rust,
pearly whites like diamonds,
smiling through the dust.
Yummy mutton and pumpkin for
Mum loved us all to death
Well I couldn't wait to walk
And what more could I ask
To head off with my biscuit tin
Black tea in a thermos flask
To learn to plough a real straight line
In ever -diminishing circles
Now it's considered normal
But if you've got more children
Well, you try to buy more ground
So you borrow heaps of money
just to give your kids a go
After all that's said and done,
you taught them all you know
After all that's said and done
You taught them all you know
Now there were days we nearly sold
With frost and then a drought
Easier ways to make a quid would
They say it builds your character,
Who turn around when the crop
has failed and sow it all again
So hold on tight you cockies,
If you couldn't save the family farm,
then you'd rather go to hell
No one will share your burden,
no one will share the blame
And my heart goes out to the families of
Yes, my heart goes out to the
families of the farming game.