Three Sons - Michael Martin Murphey

I’m into cattle, my Father was too

From Great Great Grandfather all the way through

And we’ve never have wasted an hour of daylight

Stickin' to Herefords and it’s been all right

Prepared for the lean times and save for a drought

But you can’t always tell how the future turns out

Life’s gettin' harder to make what we need

With low cattle prices and more mouths to feed

Oh, six generations where cattle run free

I hope I am never too blind to see

How fortunate, how proud can an old fella be

Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me

Sent the boys off to school to see Adelaide

See how other folks live, get a job learn a trade

But they couldn’t keep stay gone 'cause their hearts are still here

My butcher, my welder, my diesel engineer

Oh, six generations where cattle run free

I hope I am never too blind to see

How fortunate, how proud can an old fella be

Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me

And I come in for dinner, the sun hits the range

In a matter of seconds the colors all change

From gold down to violet the soul has been burned

And I understand fully why they have returned

I’m into cattle, my Father was too

From Great Great Grandfather all the way through

And we’ve never have wasted an hour of daylight

Stickin' to Herefords and it’s been all right

Oh, six generations where cattle run free

I hope I am never too blind to see

How fortunate, how proud can an old fella be

Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me

Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me