Three Sons Songtext
von Aleyce Simmonds

I′m into cattle, my father was too
From great, great grandfather all the way through
And we scarcely have wasted an hour of daylight
Sticking to Hereford's and it′s been all right
Prepared for the lean times and saved for a drought
But you can't always plan how the future turns out
Life's getting harder to make what we need
With low cattle prices and more mouths to feed

Oh, six generations where camels run free
I hope I am never too blind to see
How fortunate, how proud can an old fella be?
Three sons in their swags ′round the stock camp with me

Send the boys off to school to see Adelaide
How other folks live, get a job, learn a trade
Couldn′t keep them away 'cause their hearts are still here
My butcher, my welder, my diesel engineer


Oh, six generations where camels run free
I hope I am never too blind to see
How fortunate, how proud can an old fella be?
Three sons in their swags ′round the campfire with me

And I come in for dinner, the sun hits the range
In a matter of seconds, the colors all change
From gold down to violet, the soul has been burned
And I understand fully why they have returned

'Cause I′m into cattle, my father was too
From great, great grandfather all the way through
And we've never been guilty of wasting daylight
We work hard, we play hard, we sleep well at night

Oh, six generations where camels run free
I hope I am never too blind to see
How fortunate, how proud can an old fella be?
Three sons in their swags ′round the stock camp with me
Three sons in their swags 'round the campfire with me