Текст песни Hayrunner - Sara Storer

Hey, I would give it back
To shake that hand again
I put my life on hold my friend
I′d spend every second of my day
While the sun still shines
I'd give him all my hay

I, would turn this truck around
Even if the rode it had
Twenty inches and was real
Then I′d spend every second of my day
I'd pull this rig out with my own hands
To give him all my hay

What do you think that kokkie felt
Did he shoot his cattle first
Before he turned it on himself
Did that politician ache
When he heard the farmers fate
Or did he shrug and walk away
I really think so

Coz I'm a runner, a hay runner
A Buramudic hay runner, I′m a runner
A hay runner, A Buramudic hay runner
I′m a runner

Two hundred ks I've cried
Why a strain of stock food in the park
But all those starving cattle in the yard
Were the last seconds of his day
And if his son still shine
Oh I give him all my hay

What do you think that kokkie felt
Did he shoot his cattle first
Before he turned it on himself
Did that politician ache
When he heard the farmers fate
Or did he shrug and walk away
I really think so

Coz I′m a runner, a hay runner
A Buramudic hay runner, I'm a runner
A hay runner, A Buramudic hay runner
I′m a runner

What do you think that farmer felt (a hay runner)
Before he turned it on himself (a hay runner, a hay runner)
Did that politician ache (a hay runner)
Or did she shrug and walk away (a hay runner)
I really think so

Coz I'm a runner, a hay runner
A Buramudic hay runner, I′m a runner
A hay runner, A Buramudic hay runner
I'm a runner