Lyrics Farm Cars - Colin Buchanan
What's
that
roar
Rattling
and
rumbling?
Got
no
door
but
it
doesn't
seem
to
matter
Duco's
scratched
Panels
bent
and
dented
Can't
be
matched
Those
no
frills,
no
brakes
Gut-thrasher,
paddock-basher
farm
cars
What
a
sight
Gurgling
at
sunrise
Packed
so
tight,
chippers
hanging
out
the
windows
Oily
smoke
No
suspension
What
a
joke!
Those
overheating,
flat
battery
Gut
thrasher,
paddock-basher
farm
cars
They're
looking
like
they're
living
on
borrowed
time
They
sound
just
a
little
bit
past
their
prime
But
a
job
needs
doing
and
they'll
get
it
done
Those
bald-tyred,
clapped
out
Gut-thrasher,
paddock-basher
farm
cars
What
a
ride!
Hasn't
got
a
muffler
Brakes
applied
Doesn't
make
a
difference
Driver
grins
Hasn't
got
an
idea
.
Bogged
again!
In
a
flow-through,
dust
blown
Gut
thrasher
paddock-basher
farm
car
Got
the
scars
Battered
round
the
edges
Poor
old
cars
Been
put
through
the
wringer
Driven
through
fences
Driven
into
ditches
Driven
'til
they
die
Those
weather-beaten,
rust-eaten
Gut-thrasher,
paddock-basher
farm
cars
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1 Galahs in the Gidgee
2 Uncle Viv
3 Frank the Scab
4 Harvest
5 She Waits
6 The Deutantes' Ball
7 Farm Cars
8 Come What May
9 Time for a Yarn
10 Singlets Blue
11 Progress
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