The Farming Game Cifras

[Verse 1]
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Winter time dad came home, dirty diesel and rust
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Pearly whites like diamonds, smiling through the dust
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Yummy mutton and pumpkin for a hungry gutted crew
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We knew mum loved us all to death and we all loved her too
 
[Verse 2]
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Well I couldn't wait to walk in my old man's shoes and what more could I ask?
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To head off with my biscuit tin, black tea in a thermos flask
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To learn to plough a real straight line and learn to be alone
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In ever diminishing circles solve problems on my own
 
[Bridge]
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Now it's considered normal to pass your acres down
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But if you've got more children well you try to buy more ground
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So you borrow heaps of money just to give your kids a go
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After all that's said and done, you taught 'em all you know
 
[Solo]
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After all that's said and done, you taught 'em all you know
 
[Verse 3]
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Now there were days we nearly sold with frost and then a drought
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Easier ways to make a quid would sort the young ones out
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They say it builds your character, good women and good men
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Who turn around when the crop has failed and sow it all again
 
[Verse 4]
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So hold on tight you cockies, I know the feeling well
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If you couldn't save the family farm then you'd rather go to hell
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No one will share your burden, no one will share the blame
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And my heart goes out to the families of the farming game
 
[Solo]
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[Outro]
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Yes my heart goes out to the families of the farming game
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