Lyrics Butter Outa Grass - John Williamson

The whole school could smell it as he pulled up in his ute.
When dad came to my class cowdund on his boot.
He been up since three thirty mum have gone to town you have to come now son, the milkingcows is down so i drow the Fordson tractor over on the head, come on o'l girl get up or tomorrow you be dead.
You see i was learning even when i