Gordon Bok - Waiting for the rain

Well, the weather had been sultry for a ^Ffortnight's time or ^Cmore The shearers had been ^Ambattling might and ^Gmain And ^Csome had got the century as ^Fnever did be^Cfore And now all hands are ^Gwaiting for the ^Crain ^Bb

The ^Fboss is getting rusty and the ^Cringer's caving in His bandaged wrist is ^Amaching with the ^Gpain And every ^Csecond man, I ^C7fear, is going to ^Fmake it hot for ^Chim Unless we get a^Gnother fall of ^Crain ^Bb

Well, the sky is clouding over and the ^Fthunder's muttering ^Cloud The clouds are driving ^Ameastward o'er the ^Gplain And I ^Csee the lightning flashing followed ^Fby an awful ^Ccrash And I hear the gentle ^Gpatter of the ^Crain ^Bb

So, ^Flads put on your stoppers and ^Clet us to the hut We'll gather 'round and ^Amhave a friendly ^Ggame And ^Csome are playing ^C7music and ^Fsome play ante-^Cup And some are gazing ^Goutward at the ^Crain ^Bb

Well, now the rain is over, let the ^Fpressers spin their ^Cscrews Let the teamsters drive their ^Amwagons in a^Ggain And we'll ^Cblock the classer's table by the ^Fway we push them ^Cthrough Since now all hands are ^Gmerry since the ^Crain ^Bb

And the ^Fboss won't be so rusty when the ^Csheep have all been shorn And the ringer's wrist won't ^Amache so with the ^Gpain Of ^Cpocketing a ^C7season's check for ^Ffifty pounds or ^Cmore And the second man will ^Gdrive him hard a^Cgain ^Bb

So ^Fboss, bring out the bottle and we'll ^Cwet the final flock For the shearers here may ^Amnever meet a^Ggain And ^Csome may meet next ^C7season and ^Fsome not even ^Cthen And some they will just ^Gvanish like the ^Crain