Three Sons

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