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 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 --- Three Sons - John Williamson