Jim's been married a hundred years Though it feels that way sometimes Three kids and a lovely wife, They're the reason he survives A few thousand acres about fifty kilometres from town A lot of sun and not much rain But it's like that all around
Oh Jim you work on hard, you work too much You're letting go of your marriage And your kids are growing up
So take the time to watch your kids Go climbing that old gum tree Or running round the washing line And kiss your wife, she's still the same girl You met that balmy summer's night I know it can get hard in this busy life But you've gotta take the time
Well, this old place is going well But there's always jobs to do A fence down, sheep to crutch The bookworks overdue And you're wife keeps saying Can't we take a trip to town
Oh Jim, drop the strainers, drop the phone What's the point of working hard If you're ending up alone?
Time is money, blah blah blah You need to stop while you can see, before you go too farTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
