Dad worked at the abattoirs
and Mom looked after the home
A little town with its good and its bad,
they shut the meat works down
I watched the gates close
hate to see a small town die
All the living, loving, working
will be gone now, I guess
Let it break my granddad's heart
For three generations our
Through floods, depressions,
All the living, loving, working
Will be gone now, I guess
Let it break my granddad's heart
Well I caught the Brisbane Limitin'
Cried all the way to lose more
You know I'd give my right arm
Not to have to wave goodbye
Will be gone now, I guess
Let it break my granddad's heart
To see this cherished, old,