Intro: B7 E
Verse 1:
E B7
Give me the good ol' ringer's meal of damper, beef and spuds,
E
And let me sleep on the Gidgee stones in my saddle worn moleskin duds,
A
Give me a quart of strong black tea and a wedge of soddy duff,
B7 E
A pound of weed and a scobie whip and I'll think that's fair enough.
Verse 2:
E B7
Oh, let me take a turn once more in the stockyard with a colt,
E
Or twist a greenhide bronco rope and you'll find I'm worth my salt,
A
Call for me for the midnight watch on a horse that knows his stuff,
B7 E
And if they jump, I'll feel at home, and I think that's fair enough.
Verse 3:
E B7
Let me see the dust clouds fly before the storm erupts,
E
And see those rollin' sandhills rise where the dingo hides her pups,
A
A land where the pelicans gorges fish and the scrub bull calls your bluff,
B7 E
And the battle of rival brumby bucks is a sight that's fair enough.
Verse 4:
E B7
Give me the reins of a four in hand to replace the wrench and spanner,
E
And let those horses make the pace in the land of the sand goanna,
A
Or take me back to an open camp where the mickies play up rough,
B7 E
And I'll sing that night in the fire light and to me that's fair enough.
Verse 5:
E B7
Oh, let me drink from the waterhole, no reflections here on Trumby
E
And listen to the curlews’ call, the dingo and the brumby,
A
And when my time is drawing near and I feel I've had enough,
B7 E
Oh, I'll die with memories of the bush and to me that's fair enough.
Verse 6:
E B7
Oh, give me the good ol' ringer's meal of damper, beef and spuds,
E
And let me sleep on the Gidgee stones in my saddle worn moleskin duds,
A
Give me a quart of strong black tea and a wedge of soddy duff,
B7 E
A pound of weed and a scobie whip and I'll think that's fair enough.