Текст песни Woman On The Land - John Williamson
Shes
my
mother,
she's
my
aunty,
she
is
many
that
I've
known
The
backbone
of
the
bush,
where
country
kids
have
grown
She's
raised
and
she's
nurtured
those
children
of
her
own
While
her
man
does
his
battles
on
the
land
And
he
comes
in
from
the
shearing,
still
aching
in
the
back
The
kids
are
finally
tucked
away,
her
days
are
never
slack
But
she
makes
it
look
so
easy,
as
she
cooks
him
up
a
storm
That
unselfish,
unsung
hero
of
the
land.
She's
keeping
books,
she's
nursing,
raising
money
for
the
town,
She's
the
last
one
standing,
when
all
is
falling
down,
Ferocious
as
a
tiger
to
defend
her
little
clan,
My
hero
the
woman
on
the
land.
So
I
propose
a
toast,
to
the
mothers
that
we
know
Proud
to
be
the
better
half,
who
really
run
the
show
And
if
you
shed
a
tear
boys,
I
will
understand
To
our
hero
the
woman
on
the
land
Instrumental
And
he
comes
in
from
the
harvest,
a
disappointing
yield
He's
tired
and
he's
dusty,
twelve
hours
in
the
field
And
although
her
day's
been
difficult,
she
greets
him
with
a
smile
That
unselfish,
unsung
hero
of
the
land.
So
I
propose
a
toast,
to
the
mothers
that
we
know
Proud
to
be
the
better
half,
who
really
run
the
show
And
if
you
shed
a
tear
boys,
I
will
understand
To
our
hero
the
woman
on
the
land
To
our
hero,
the
woman
on
the
land.
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6 Vegie Bill
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8 The Girl I Met
9 Missin' The Kisses
10 Power Over Me
11 Woman On The Land
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14 Old Pancho
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