I live in
the outback, because I love the land,
I raise
cattle and sheep, feeding often with my own hand.
I grow
wheat, canola and cotton,
I work from
dawn to day’s bottom.
I think
nothing of hard work,
This is not
what I shirk.
I live for
the cattle,
And I’ll die in the saddle.
Of late
things are rough,
The ground
is so tough,
No rain have
we seen,
Years now it
has been.
I need you
my friend,
I am
struggling with the bend.
Dark
thoughts chase me,
Without your
help they’ll place me,
Six feet
under and more grief than can be numbered await me.
