It’s an early start but that’s nothing new
Making tracks through the heavy dew
He’s got black dog Betty
Man’s best friend
Get the ewes in the yard
Get the wethers penned
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Tony sees the clouds in the distance
He’s heard the forecast it’s not what he wanted to hear
Sometimes he thinks he might throw it away
But it’s in his blood and I think it’s there to stay
Been a summer that he’ll never forget
Paddocks of burrs and the grounds still wet
He’s got the John Deere bogged
And he’s seeing red
He wants the seed in the ground
And not in the shed
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And he’s no stranger to the great unknown
No one knows what the future holds
You can only do your best and take what comes your way
Whatever comes your way ...
It’s the footrot flyblown summer blues
Sweatin’ blood and crutchin’ ewes
He’s got a dozen plans skippin’ thru his mind
Getting further and further and further behind
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