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

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--Stewie.