Lletres:
Sara Storer

There's work to be done You had a good go The tractor is ready there is plenty to sow This year's the year With good looking ground And I'm feeling

What the am I doing down George street I've been stuck at these lights for a day And I'm sitting here with this fella I've got a feeling that I've gone

I wont miss a year Saddle up your horse and gear It's like droving's not over at all His body tired but restless still fighting for some fun His stories

I been lonesome, I been blue This old ghost town, brings nothing new Dusty north winds blow my tears away I just want to kiss a cowboy tonight CHORUS

The galahs they know that it's that time Upside down on the power lines Making a family on their minds Raining on the plains again Can you hear it drumming

An old piece of tin With rust and nail holes Holds up a house As a storm wind blows An old piece of tin With dog ears on each end Straighten them out

a long long way And can I be a Min Min light? And take some people in the night Without a trace And can I be a campfires heart? That cries sad stories

Fire up the motor, baby, I'm already packed I'll ride shotgun, navigate, throw the cooler in the back Let's try and get us lost Anywhere you want to go

Listen up You don't want to hear this Ignore me if you must But I am trying to tell you something about The story of us. Another one born Another one