John Williamson - Three sons

^GI'm into cattle, my ^DFather was ^Gtoo ^GFrom Great Great Grandfather all t^Dhe way throug^Gh ^GAnd we scarcely have wast^Ced an hour of^G daylight S^Gtickin' to Herefords and it^D's been all ri^Gght

^GPrepared for the lean times and ^Dsave for a ^Gdrought ^GBut you can't always plan how the ^Dfuture turns ^Gout ^GLife's gettin' harder to ^Cmake what we ^Gneed ^GWith low cattle prices and ^Dmore mouths to ^Gfeed

^GOh, six generations where ^Ccamels run ^Gfree ^GI hope I am never too ^Ablind to ^Dsee How ^Gfortunate, how proud can an ^Cold fella ^Gbe ^GThree sons in their swags 'round the ^Dstock camp with ^Gme

^GSent the boys off to s^Dchool to see Ad^Gelaide ^GHow other folks live, get a j^Dob learn a tr^Gade ^GCouldn't keep them away '^Ccause their h^Gearts are still here ^GMy butcher, my welder, my d^Diesel engineer ^G

^GOh, six generations where ^Ccamels run ^Gfree ^GI hope I am never too ^Ablind to ^Dsee How^G fortunate, how proud can an^C old fella^G be ^GThree sons in their swags 'round the ^Dstock camp with ^Gme

^GAnd I come in for dinner, the ^Dsun hits the ^Grange ^GIn a matter of seconds the co^Dlours all ch^Dange ^GFrom gold down to violet the ^Csoul has been^G burned ^GAnd I understand fully why ^Dthey have retur^Gned

^GCause I'm into cattle,^D my Father was ^Gtoo ^GFrom Great Great Grandfather ^Dall the way t^Ghrough ^GAnd we've never been guil^Cty of wasting^G daylight ^GWe work hard, we play hard and we sl^Deep well at ^Gnight T^Ghree sons in their swags 'round the s^Dtock camp with m^Ge