Hungry Years Songtext
von Mick Thomas

Mama, Mama, come listen now
I′ll tell you what I saw
When I was down by the railway gates
I was feeling bored
Then a goods train rolled up, clickity-clack
You say there ain't naught special in that
Oh, but it was crowded down, it was loaded
Down with men all wearing rags and frowns
And if you want to listen what I′ve been told
They say tonight it's on for young and old in our town
Yeah, tonight, in our town
So won't you spare a smile?
And can′t you shed a tear?
In these sad times, in these bad times, in these hungry years
Well, some say they are fruit pickers
They are up for honest work
And some, they are just hard time men
A little bit down on their luck
So why is it you are frowning, Dad, when I say they′re not that bad?
Oh, they are tired men, they're unhired men


And they ain′t slept warm since who knows when
And if you want to listen, if you want to know
It is caution, too, when they go in our town
Tonight, in our town
So won't you spare a smile?
And can′t you shed a tear?
In these sad times, in these bad times, in these hungry years
We are very many, and you?
You are very few
And if we want to steal your girls, it's just what we will do
′Cause you drove us from your cities
And you throw us from your trains
So we are down and out in Oyen Town
And you know we are Mildura bound
And if you want to listen, if you use your brains
Then you'd better let us board your trains and leave this town
Oh, Christ
Yeah, I hate your town
So won't you spare a smile?
And can′t you shed a tear?
In these sad times, in these bad times, in these hungry years
So won′t you spare a smile?
Can't you shed a tear?
In these sad times, in these bad times, in these hungry years
They are hungry years
Oh, such hungry years