John Williamson - Woman on the land

shes my ^Cmother, she's my aunty, she is ^Fmany that i've known ^C the b^Fackbone of the bush,^C where c^D7ountry kids have grown ^G7 she's ^Craised and she's nurtured those ^Fchildren of her own ^C while her ^Fman does his ^G7battles on the land ^{F C} and he ^Fcomes on from the shearin^Cg, still ^Faching in the back ^C the ^Fkids are finally ^Ctucked away, her ^D7days are never sla^G7ck but she ^Cmakes it look so easy, as she ^Fcooks him up a storm ^C that un^Fselfish, unsung ^Ghero of the lan^Fd

she's ^Ckeeping books, she's nursing raising ^Fmoney for the town ^C she's the ^Flast one standing,^F when ^D7all is falling down ^G7 fe^Crocious as a tiger to de^Ffend her little clan ^C my ^Fhero the ^G7woman on the land ^{F C} so ^Fi propose a ^Ctoast, to the ^Fmothers that we know ^{C F}proud to be the ^Cbetter half, who ^D7really run the sho^G7w and ^Cif you shed a tear boys, ^Fi will understand ^C to our ^Fhero the ^Gwoman on the lan^Fd

and he ^Fcomes in from the harves^Ct, a ^Fdissapointing yield ^C he's ^Ftired and he's ^Cdusty, twelve ^D7hours in the ^G7field and al^Cthough her day's been difficult, she ^Fgreets him with a smile ^C that un^Fselfish, unsung ^Ghero of the lan^Fd

to our ^Fhero, the ^Gwoman on the lan^Fd ^C