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Three Sons - John Williamson (约翰·威廉姆斯（澳大利亚）)
Written by：JohnWilliamson
Written by： JohnWilliamson
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 colors 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
