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[Intro] C [Verse]
We finished shearing Dmsheep, Gout west of the PaCroo And now it's rained three Dminches, Gwe don't know what to Cdo A Gweek ago the Csand was loose, the Gdust blew every Cday And Dmnow the mud is two Dm7feet deep and Gwe can't get away C
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I've just been talking Dmto the boss, you Gall know Hector Cope C He says the Bull is Dmtwo miles wide, to Gcross it there's no Chope You Ghear a lot of Cpeople swear aGbout the dough we Cmake But Dmthey forget the Dm7price of beer and Gall the combs we break C
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It might have been a Dmgood job once, those Gold hands had their Cbreaks They pushed a cart from Dmshed to shed and Glived on johnnyCcakes They Ghad more time to Cdo the job and they Gworked nine hours a Cday And Dmafter paying Dm7for their grub, one Gpound-a-hundred made C
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Now why I took this Dmjob on, GI just can't underCstand If the bloody sheep ain't Dmwaterlogged, the Gcows are full of Csand A Gman is doubled Cup all day, half-Gblinded by his Csweat And Dmwhen the darkness Dm7comes around, cooped Gup in a mozzie net C
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I think I'll give this Dmjob away, I'm Gtired of being Cgreasy I've heard about a Dmfencing job, they Gtell me it's dead Ceasy