Lyrics The Old Man's Gone - James Blundell

The Old Man bought a mold board plough
That was back in '39
Two pound down and two to pay
He began to build a life
He sowed the seeds of a strong man's dream
The plan was straight and true
Work hard for each and every yard
And no exceptions to the rule

Now the Old Man's gone but the wheel turns still
There's a furrow headed right up hill
You broke the back of a strong man's dream
For the rattle of change in the Treasury's tin

His dream was good, his plan was simple
He just wanted to raise a family
Have a boy to sit on his knee
And follow in his thoughts
When wool came good
He made a hand full
Just enough to pay his tax bill
In the hell that followed
Well, they sent him off to war

Now the Old Man's gone but the wheel turns still
There's a furrow headed right up hill
Broke the back of a strong man's dream
For the rattle of change in the Treasury's tin

Tax the land and break the country
Bleed us dry, leave us empty
Screw the folk who spend their lives
Just following your laws, your twisted laws

Well we closed the Old Man's eyes last night
Its better that we hid from sight
The sad affair its become
And the death of all his dreams
For he would never understand
How people could be so demanding
Holding out their hands
And giving nothing in return

Now the Old Man's gone but the wheel turns still
There's a furrow headed right up hill
You broke the back of a strong man's dream
For the rattle of change in the Treasury's tin

Now the Old Man's gone but the wheel turns still
There's a furrow headed right up hill
Broke the back of a strong man's dream
For the rattle of change in the Treasury's tin