The grass dried up and blew away
the ground is cracked and bare
we can't get renewal on our loan
who'd be a winging farmer.
The local school is closing down
the kids have to go by bus
more expense we can't afford
who'd be a winging farmer.
The wool sales have moved away
we have to truck it fifty K's
prices don't recover cost
who'd be a winging farmer.
The local hospital shut down
the wife has to move to town
in case the baby's coming
who'd be a winging farmer.
We had to bring in water
to wash and feed the dogs
no way to get it to the stock
who'd be a winging farmer.
Our sheep are dying like the land
we've had enough there's nothing more
the bank can have the lot
who'd be a winging farmer.
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