Now I’m Easy Songtext
von Gordon Bok
Now I’m Easy Songtext
It′s nearly sixty years I've been a cocky
Of drought and fire and flood, I′ve lived through plenty
This country's dust and mud have seen my tears and blood
But it's nearly over now, and now I′m easy
I married a fine girl when I was twenty
She died in giving birth when she was thirty
No flying doctors then, just a gentle old black jinn
But it′s nearly over now, and now I'm easy
She left me with two sons and a daughter
And a bone-dry farm whose soil cried out for water
So my care was rough and ready, but they grew up fine and steady
But it′s nearly over now, and now I'm easy
My daughter married young and went her own way
My sons lie buried by the Burma Railway
So on this land I′ve made me own, I've carried on alone
But it′s nearly over now, and now I'm easy
City folk these days despise the cocky
They say with subsidies and all we've got it easy
But there′s no drought or dying stock on a Seward suburban lot
Oh, it′s nearly over now, and now I'm easy
It′s nearly sixty years I've been a cocky
Of drought and fire and flood, I′ve lived through plenty
This country's dust and mud have seen my tears and blood
But it′s nearly over now, and now I'm easy
Of drought and fire and flood, I′ve lived through plenty
This country's dust and mud have seen my tears and blood
But it's nearly over now, and now I′m easy
I married a fine girl when I was twenty
She died in giving birth when she was thirty
No flying doctors then, just a gentle old black jinn
But it′s nearly over now, and now I'm easy
She left me with two sons and a daughter
And a bone-dry farm whose soil cried out for water
So my care was rough and ready, but they grew up fine and steady
But it′s nearly over now, and now I'm easy
My daughter married young and went her own way
My sons lie buried by the Burma Railway
So on this land I′ve made me own, I've carried on alone
But it′s nearly over now, and now I'm easy
City folk these days despise the cocky
They say with subsidies and all we've got it easy
But there′s no drought or dying stock on a Seward suburban lot
Oh, it′s nearly over now, and now I'm easy
It′s nearly sixty years I've been a cocky
Of drought and fire and flood, I′ve lived through plenty
This country's dust and mud have seen my tears and blood
But it′s nearly over now, and now I'm easy
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