THE NYNGAN SONG (Mike Hayes) My father was the battler of the old school He never knew a time that wasn’t hard But he kept his farm and family together Though hard times always slipped beneath his guard But it took a lot to cause his faith to waiver Through a lifetime with its share of toil and pain This time I think it might have done it I never thought I’d hear him curse the rain I never thought I’d hear him curse the rain The drought had burned for years across the country When we left that sad old churchyard on the plain We knew our mother’s death had really shook him He just wiped his eyes and went back to work again And, by God, us children never wanted nothin’ Though the lean years came back time and again Though I never thought he’d ever lose the battle I never thought I’d hear him curse the rain I never thought I’d hear him curse the rain As the Bogan’s gone and broken through at Nyngan The town’s cut off, the whole damn world’s a sea It was soddenly corpses on the fence line That finally brought the old bloke to his knees I think it’s finally done it, finally Not the dust storms, not the bushfires, not the bankers Not the falling prices or the rising costs Never made him just sit out on the verandah Growing bitter ‘bout the battling years he’d lost Till now he’s never ever had the time to ponder If the years of sacrifice had been in vain And the only thing I ever heard him pray for Has come and washed his life’s work down the drain I never thought I’d hear him curse the rain And the only thing I ever heard him pray for Has come and washed his life’s work down the drain I never thought I’d hear him curse the rain No, I never thought I’d hear him curse the rain Youtube --Stewie.
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