This one was always a great favourite at the gun turret in Darwin back in the day.

GUTBOARD BLUES
(Dave Jordan)

Well I'm off down the road every mornin' 'bout eight
Down on the job, and it's a job (that) I hate,
Hackin', cuttin' mutton gut on a contract basis
I climb into my overalls and take my place as
The boss comes along and he tells me that
I’ve got to strip and clip a stomach every second flat
So I bust a gut just to get the job all done
Hackin', cuttin' mutton gut until the cows come home
   
Sling 'em here, sling 'em there
Them guts keep a-comin' in from ev'rywhere
I’ve got more trouble than I’m able to use
I've got hackin', cuttin', bust-a-guttin' gutboard blues

Now down through the 'chute with a slosh and a slop
Them sheep guts drop and never seem to stop
So I grab me a stomach and I split it wide
Then I trim it and I scrape it till it's clean inside
Then I turn on the hose and let the water run
Chuck it on the pile, and that's another one done
The pace is hot, I stop a spot and mop my brow,
And my face has all been covered up with digested grass by now

Sling 'em here, sling 'em there
Them guts keep a-comin' in from everywhere
I need the money and a beggar can't choose
I got the sloshin', sloppin', never-stoppin' gutboard blues

Now there's hydrochloric acid eatin' into my head
My hair's turnin' green and I’ll smell like I'm dead
There's jokers all around me sloshin' juice on my knees
And the temperature's a-hittin' 'bout a hundred degrees
I've had a gutsful of guts, I'm tellin' you true
I don't think that I could stomach one more ewe
It's a way of makin' money and a living, but --
Sheep, I hate your guts!

Sling 'em here, sling 'em there
Them guts keep a-comin' in from everywhere
How else can I afford to live the life that I choose
Without them acid-burnin', stomach-churnin'
Money-earnin' gutboard blues

Go drop dead!

The gutboards referred to in Dave Jordan’s 'Gutboard Blues' are now called ‘viscera tables’. At the time, sheep guts earned New Zealand $50 million a year exported as sausage skins. As one freezer said, ‘It’s sometimes what you have to handle that is the guts of the matter’. Dave explained:

I worked at Fielding Freezing works in the summer holidays of ’65 and ’66, but as a point-switcher on the mutton/lamb grading lines. My best mate at the time, Graeme Cowley, was on the gutboard. I wrote the song out of sympathy for him after asking him one time why the skin was coming off his hands and his toes appeared to be rotting off, and why he smelled like vomit all the time.

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--Stewie.