Lyrics - Proud Of My Country
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"Proud of My Country" - Album 2011 |
1. R M Williams Boots 2. Brand New Daddy 3. Modern Day Swaggie 4. In QLD (with Sharon Benjamin) 5. Old Fashoined Stuff 6. Canola 7. Albert Campbell 8. If Only You (with Cameron Mason) 9. Nothin' More To Say 10. Old Lady 11. The Good Song 12. Happy Yodelling Cowgirl 13. Hear Me Lord 14. The Dog That He Can |
RM WILLIAMS BOOTS
Written by John Flanagan
VERSE
Something I’ve noticed moving around is that country clothing is coming to town
And these city folk in their urban pursuits are wearing RM Williams Boots
Bought em out in the bush they wouldn’t know what to do
Well they’d die of fright if a cow went moo,
But they’re staying in touch with their pioneer roots wearing RM Williams Boots
CHORUS
One piece of leather with a seam in the back, you can have them in brown you can have ‘em in black
Feel like you’re living in the far outback in your RM Williams Boots
VERSE
Accountants wear ‘em, number crunches, admin to for doing the lunches
And computer types just can’t compute without their RM Williams Boots
Gambler’s wear ‘em in casinos, Yuppies wear ‘em sipping’ Finos
And Paddington Ladies who drink cappuccinos wear RM Williams Boots
VERSE
Saw a lawyer type defending a robber in his wig and gown and all of that clobber
And they put up an argument they couldn’t refute in their RM Williams Boots
Well the judge heard the verdict and slammed! Down the hammer
He said I can’t send this man to the slammer his as guilty as sin but I don’t give a hoot
He wears RM Williams Boots
VERSE
Psychiatrists wear em and merchant bankers stock brokers too and all of those w*&%!rs
They punce around like a bunch of galoots in their RM Williams boots
Brain surgeons wear em for hacking out tumours and zoo attendants wear em for feed in’ the pumas
And I’ve actually heard you can wear em for riding a horse ……….but that’s gotta be a bloody rumour
In your RM Williams Boots
BRAND NEW DADDY
VERSE
You and I were so in love we could do nothing wrong
Till the ego got a hold on you so that didn’t last too long
I’ve tried to patch things up, so I added a little spark
Then whoopsy daisy we planted a tree in the park
CHORUS
You gonna be a brand new daddy your gonna be a father soon
I don’t know how to tell you mother natures in bloom
You’ll be changing nappy’s, waking up in the middle of the night
You gonna be a brand new daddy, whether its wrong or right
VERSE
I said: I got a bun in the oven; you thought I was cooking bread
I told you I’m up the duff; you thought beer instead
Oh the doctors is on Tuesday it’ll prove to be
Another one of him, Oh god help me
VERSE
I seen missy-jo at the supermarket, she pulled me near
She said you’d been talking sweet things, whispering in her ear
You go out the boys, drinking out real late
Well grow up boy you got a baby on the way
VERSE
How excited my momma will be when we share the news
Your daddy will just tell you how you wrecked your youth
Guess will have to go get married no more one night stands
Better go to the pawn shop and by me a wedding band
TAG
If your gonna play with fire boy you will get real burnt
You gonna be a brand new daddy, whether its wrong or right
MODERN DAY SWAGGIE
Written by Bec Hance
VERSE
Where have you been Mr. Man, where have you travelled?
Where have you laid your bed?
With your swag on your back, and no money in your pack
With your beard so long and your sunny tan
Have you counted the stars in the sky?
How many did you get are hiding from your lies
How many times have you hitchhiked?
Who have you met in your travels?
Well why’d you picked this life
CHORUS
When you’re walking around the heart of Australia,
Did you run away because you were a failure?
Did you listen to waltzing maltilda as a kid?
Oh modern day swaggie yeah modern day swaggie
VERSE
Tell me do your feet get sore, does walking around like you do
Do you ever get bored?
Cowboy hat on your head, a lot stories unsaid
Tobacco in your mouth, hair long as a lout
How do you take a photograph, of all the pretty places?
When did you last have a bath?
VERSE
Do you have any worries in your life?
Where do you when the sun goes down, does anyone give you any strife
Do you not work cause you don’t have to
Does time go quickly, are we better off like you
IN QUEENSLAND
written by Bec Hance
VERSE
Mango fall off the trees, all you can eat, in QLD
Canefields burning off, strawberries bananas, in QLD
BBQ weather every day, sometimes it feels like the sun never goes away, in QLD
Houses sit up on the stilts, verandas in built, in QLD
Red dirt gets in your skin, akubras with wide brims, in QLD
Spend a lotta time on the open road, goannas, emus, dingos and cane toads, in QLD
CHORUS
In the sun and sand
In QLD, oh this sunburnt land
VERSE
Cattlemen to it hard, every wkd a camp draft, in QLD
Don’t tell em ur from the south, just shut your mouth, in QLD
When it rains Hughie sends it down, go out west in see minerals in the ground
BRIDGE
And I Stop to realise, how wonderful life is here,
My hearts in Australia and there will always be another piece of here
VERSE
Hours to one pub towns, best beer and tucker around in QLD,
A never ending coast, big beauty things to boast, in QLD
The outback here seems to never end, and you can’t beat the beauty of the hinterlands
TAG
Bundy rum, 4xxx and the broncos,
Dream world, SeaWorld, on the gold coast
Aussie zoo and the Cobb and Co.
Glass mountains Stand and the Daintree Grow
Stockman's hall of fame in Longreach
Townsville Cairns surf the beach
From the Barrier reef to the great outback
We just can't wait till we get back
CHORUS
In the sun and sand
In QLD, oh this sunburnt land
In QLD, In QLD
OLD FASHIONED STUFF
Written by Bec Hance
VERSE
People ask me what kind of country do I sing
Its rock, is it pop or it that slim dusty thing
Can you dance to it, can you tap to it,
Can you cry or you can you laugh to it
Can you boot scoot to it, or western swing
CHORUS
I say – I’m proud of my country,
It’s not quite that modern, it don’t honky tonk enough
There are no deep lyrics, I don’t bash out big guitars
It’s not alternative or rock, just that old fashioned stuff
VERSE
I got three songs in a song, that’s all I’ll need.
And if listen to the gambler, you’ll know what I mean
Not part of no new generation, don’t do it for an occupation
Just trying to preserve that sweet sound
VERSE
My country it’s laid back and quiet
And it’s not because I’m old or retired
But who cares anyway if it sounds country it’s played
You don’t have to put me in a box
CHORUS
I say – I’m proud of my country, it maybe a little rough
It’s not quite that modern, it don’t honky tonk too much
There are no deep lyrics, or bash out big guitars
It’s not alternative or rock, just that old fashioned stuff
Its my style of country, that old Fashioned Stuff
CANOLA
Written by Bec Hance
VERSE
Well spring is here and the rain is gone, time to see what crops need sowin’
The wheat has flourished and the barley’s shot, the canola patch looks mighty hot
Half the farm is in fields of gold or golden wattle from what I’ve been told
PRE-CHORUS
There yellow to the left of me, yellow to my right
CHORUS
Its canola, canola made by the rain and solar
Canola, Canola what a view from my pergola
Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow fields of canola
Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow fields of canola
VERSE
Its got omega 3 and omega 6, they even use it for lipstick
Biofuels and lubricants, Margarine and newspaper ink
All the flowers light u the aussie bush, then harvested by swath or by push
TAG
Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow fields of canola
Yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow, yellow fields of canola
ALBERT CAMPBELL
Written by Bec Hance and Vaughan Baker
VERSE
Albert Campbell began life in Tassie, at Weetah just near Deloraine
From a poor family of 14 children, at school it was learn or be caned
When 19 his brother named Vincent, found a job for him on the mainland
As the 2nd World War was just ending, Albert’s life of adventure began
The job entailed all kinds of farm work, but also some trips overseas,
Taking horses and most types of livestock, exported from there on the ships
To ports spread across the pacific, in Malaysia, Hong Kong and Japan
From a farm called Four Oaks of East Melbourne, where now suburbs of Dandenong stand
CHORUS
We salute Albert Campbell, role model to all, true gentlemen
He was raised a horsemen, a boxer a teacher of skills, perfected in hard bygone days
VERSE
One of Albert’s great loves was boxing, fit and strong then to him it was fun
He was not one to hate his opponents, or seek the limelight when he won
In his job he learned breaking horses, and also wild donkeys and mules
He was given the task of farm butcher and learned pride and good work with hand tools
Albert stayed on and soon become foremen, for his exporter boss William Jones
Then he married his lovely wife Beryl, and in time it seemed luck was against them
For years it seemed luck was against them, with the wolf never far from the door
On their dairy farm life was a struggle, as the offspring then numbered four?
VERSE
Albert’s skills become many and varied, like lots of bush folk of his day
He built post and rail fencing neatly; it appeared it had grown there that way
He made whips bred and trained dogs and horses, and worked Clydesdales and collars and hames
But he saw all the old skills were dying, and to Albert this seemed such a shame
So with two other like minded bushmen, once his working life slowed down in pace
Founded pioneer skills of Australia, to preserve all the old dying ways
They gave heritage skills demonstrations, and his trick horse thrilled all the crowds
An award for his great contribution, hangs proudly on Albert’s wall now
IF ONLY YOU (WERE MORE LIKE THE DOG)
Written by Bec Hance
VERSE
He doesn’t care at all how I look; he eats everything that I cook
My folks love him, unlike you
He doesn’t yell at me when I walk in the door: or if my clothes are left scattered all across the floor
He hates vacuum cleaners just like me
I don’t have to fetch his beer or play darts; He doesn’t care if I’m dirty or even if I fart
If only you, were more like the dog
CHORUS
He’s my best friend from the start; He’ll never ever break my heart
He does his own thing when I’m gone, and he’s so glad to see me when I come home
If only you – were more like the dog, if only you – were more like the dog
VERSE
The worse disease I can get from him is fleas; He wants to go everywhere with me
He can be trained, unlike you
Dogs are far less likely to complain; He don’t care if I call him by another name,
If only you were more like the dog
BRIDGE
He, He, knows what I mean
Ain’t it a shame, how we both feel the same
VERSE
If he gets a little randy I get out the hose, he won’t fight me for the remote control
He gets excited when I play rough, (why you ain’t that tough)
He will never want to leave or roam, I don’t have to call when I’m late home
If only you were more like the dog
NOTHING MORE TO SAY
Written by Bec Hance
VERSE
Still there’s nothing More to say, I’ve packed my things and moved away
It was time to go
You called me up the other day, in your usual negative way
You wanted to play
PRECHORUS
You’ve gone and got your self a brand new girl one like me you’ll wreck her world
Turn it upside down
You can go and abuse her and you can use her just like you did me
Then she’ll know what heartaches all about
Don’t call me I’ll you I know you don’t think were through
You can’t except that I’m gone forever gone
And the simple truth is I wanted you to leave me for years
I finally got the courage to do it myself
CHORUS
Still there’s nothing more to say, it’s your life you waste away
It’s your life you waste when I’ve got nothing more to say
VERSE
Still there’s nothing more to say, I blocked your number today,
Things will never change
No more games inside my head, thinking ‘bout what you said
A stranger made
PRECHORUS
Go and tell your mates I slept with blokes in town, took your money when you were down
Deny the truth
A broken record goes round and round; you spite the new love that I’ve found
You can just blame you
Don’t call me I’ll you I know you don’t think were through
You can’t except that I’m gone forever gone
The simple truth is I wanted you to leave me for years and years
I finally got the courage to do it myself
CHORUS
Still there’s nothing more to say, it’s your life you waste away
It’s your life you waste when I’ve got nothing more to say
Still there’s nothing more to say, it’s your life you waste away
Its you’re life you waste, when you’ve got nothing more to say
Nothing more to say, Oh Nothing Nothing Nothing
Nothing more to say.
OLD LADY
Written by Bec Hance
VERSE
Old lady in the pink house, in the oven’s valley
She’s almost a stranger, but she invites me in
She’s tall and she bows, white hair but she glows
She says it’s quiet and glad that I showed
VERSE
Old lady in the pink house, oh as bright as can be
Sits me down on the white chair, and talks of family
Way up here all alone, without worry I don’t know
She says life was different, twenty years ago
CHORUS
Old lady in the pink house, down in the oven’s valley
If I stop into her, she’ll make a cup of tea
She’s an old lady, but she’s more than grey and wrinkly
I want to be just like her, when I’m an old lady
VERSE
Old lady in the pink house, in no neighbourhood
I fill up her wheelbarrow with some firewood
Shows me her garden and her cat, good times in happy snaps
And her Pianola, it takes her back in time
VERSE
One in thirteen, all the rest have gone,
Talks about her childhood, how selfish I’ve become
After the 4th cup of tea, I really must be going
More memories flood in and I don’t want to leave
TAG
I want to be strong like her when I’m an old Lady
I want to be just like her, when I’m an old lady
I want to be just like her, when I’m an old lady
THE GOOD SONG
By Bec Hance and Vaughan Baker
VERSE
I’ve just performed a song I wrote at the gidgee coal awards
When Jammo with a serious Look upon his face, came forward
He said that last song you sung that brought so much applause
I’d like to know who wrote that song it’s too good to be yours
PRECHORUS
Did it come from Kelly Dickson to you? From the masters hand
The greatest writer of bush ballads of this land
Or is it from Joe Daly’s pen you chase it well if it is
It’s not the great Stan Costers work for I know all of his
CHORUS
No No Bloody wonder, I wrote this good song and no one believes that it’s me
No No bloody wonder, give me a break from these blues
VERSE
It’s rhymes so amazing that it could be Ray Rose
Slim Jones or Norma Murphy well it could be one of those
For a Malt man, Quinn or Jackson it near could be mistook
Or did you find those great lines in some Keith Galway book
PRECHORUS
It’s something like a song or too that Eric Watson Wrote
Or brooks or Jewel, or Oliver all balladeers of note
It could by Rick Aitchison Trevor Day or Peter Coad
Or one by the late Jim Kylie to Reg Poole he never showed
VERSE
It could be by the Currawong or Wally Grammells pen
Or even from Joy Mckean bypassed from Slim back then
Why the stories so engaging and the melodies so fine
With minimal improvement it could even pass for mine
CHORUS
No No Bloody wonder, I wrote this good song and no one believes that it’s me
No No bloody wonder, give me a break from these blues
Then Jammo grin and added as he gave my cheek a peck
You know I’m only joking keep writing good songs – Bec
HAPPY YODELLING COWGIRL
By June Holmes
I’m a happy cowgirl yodelling all the day
Yodel
My home is on the prairie where the Longhorn’s cattle stray
Yodel
I have no cares or worries no matter where I roam
You’ll always hear me yodelling down the trail to home sweet home
Yodel, Yodel, Yodel
When the weary day is over and the sun sinks in the west
Yodel
Seated round the campfire singing songs I love the best
Yodel
Cowboys gather round me as I strum my old guitar
You’ll always hear me yodelling no matter where we are
YODEL
HEAR ME LORD
written by Pam Thomasson
VERSE
Hear Me lord, for I know not what I do
Hear Me lord, let me spend my life with you
I am human, And lord I sin each day
So forgive me, as I stumble on my way
CHORUS
Hear me lord I beg of thee hear me lord and let me see
That You will give your love forever more
Hear Me lord, on knees I pray
Hear Me lord, show me the way, to the path that leads me to your heavenly door
VERSE
Hear me Lord, I am lost please rescue me
Hear Me Lord; Let me find my strength in thee
I am humble and lord I’m so alone
Let me stand forever by your heavenly throne
VERSE
Hear me Lord, please reach out and take my hand,
Hear Me Lord, guide me to your promised land
I am weary, So when my life is through
Lord please let me spend eternity with you
I am weary, so when my life is through
Lord please let me spend eternity with you
Hear Me Lord
THE DOG THAT HE CAN
VERSE
The old man’s place after dark, has a dog that barks and barks
Never gets off the chain, the neighbour’s always complain
As the police I come around, Hey that dog’s disturbing the town
The old man replies, he’s just biding his time
VERSE
See he can’t figure out, how to muster the sheep about
His tail wags when I walk by, and he lets out a little cry
Sits up on his hind legs, desperate for caress
CHORUS
Spends his years on a chain, doesn’t know who to blame
But the old man’s Arrogance,
Spends life on hold, to do what his told
His always there, the dog that he can
But at his masters command he does what he can
VERSE
Oh I swear he dreams, he dreams that he free
And his ruffled hair, is stroked and his cared.
And he gets more than just dry,
And he gets more than a chance, to be the dog that he can
Spends his life hoping, that one day he’ll turn
That the stroke of his hand, won’t be with stern command
That his more than slave, More like good mates
The old man won’t feel alone, his house will be more like a home
He’ll be by his side, keep him warm at night
Be more than he am, he’ll be the dog that he can
He’ll be than he what he is; He’ll be the dog that he can
And don’t get through, He don’t trust him round me and you
Cause he’s hardly been spared, a day off the chain around here
He needs much more love
VERSE
One day old man passed away, the dog was left on the chain
I attended the scene, when the dog looked up at me
I unleashed that chain, let him go from the reins
But him in the back of the car, took him home for a new start
And he never looked back, at the dusty dark track
Now he has a life of care, he can be dog that he can
There’s more than care, he can be the dog that he can
And he runs when I call, obsessed with chasing a ball
