Oh, the floods have cut the main road off we can't get into town,
And the squatters in an awful state he thinks his sheep might drown,
We've oiled out tongs and cutters up so the rust can't get our things,
And we're gonna make the best of it for tonight the woolshed swings.
Oh, the squatters' daughters have snuck out to keep us company,
And to show us all the disco steps for our corroboree,
Old Bart beats on a kero tin while Dan the presser sings,
Oh they may not be a symphony but tonight the woolshed swings.
The ringer's got an old ram stag he's a waltzin' round the floor,
The old man tells the learners of the tallies he has shore,
The rousie and the jackaroo are fightin' in the wings,
And we've got our share of stubbies so tonight the woolshed swings,
I'll say that.
[Guitar Solo]
Oh the rain is beating on the roof old Dan is spruiking strong,
And the cook's into the rum bottle and bursting into song,
And no one gives a d*** right now just what tomorrow brings,
Oh there's bound to be some achin' heads but tonight the woolshed swings.
Now time is pressin' onwards and the cook has just passed out,
And the learners and the Jackaroo just shore the roustabout,
The floor show came to a sudden halt when the squatters' wife marched in,
Now the girls are marchin' out the door but still the woolshed swings.
And the ringer's got an old ram stag he's a waltzin' round the floor,
The old man tells the learners of the tallies he has shore,
The rousie and the jackaroo are fightin' in the wings,
And we've got our share of stubbies but tonight the woolshed swings.
[Guitar Solo]
Oh the ringer and the old ram stag have just fell down the chute,
And the rousies sportin' shiners and one of them's a beaut,
The squatter's lookin' for the fool who let the woollies out,
Ah tomorrow there'll be hell to pay but tonight it's fun no doubt.
Yeah no one gives a d*** right now just what tomorrow brings,
The boss might even sack us all but tonight the woolshed swings.
Play it there Phil.
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From his album: "The Heritage Album"
And the squatters in an awful state he thinks his sheep might drown,
We've oiled out tongs and cutters up so the rust can't get our things,
And we're gonna make the best of it for tonight the woolshed swings.
Oh, the squatters' daughters have snuck out to keep us company,
And to show us all the disco steps for our corroboree,
Old Bart beats on a kero tin while Dan the presser sings,
Oh they may not be a symphony but tonight the woolshed swings.
The ringer's got an old ram stag he's a waltzin' round the floor,
The old man tells the learners of the tallies he has shore,
The rousie and the jackaroo are fightin' in the wings,
And we've got our share of stubbies so tonight the woolshed swings,
I'll say that.
[Guitar Solo]
Oh the rain is beating on the roof old Dan is spruiking strong,
And the cook's into the rum bottle and bursting into song,
And no one gives a d*** right now just what tomorrow brings,
Oh there's bound to be some achin' heads but tonight the woolshed swings.
Now time is pressin' onwards and the cook has just passed out,
And the learners and the Jackaroo just shore the roustabout,
The floor show came to a sudden halt when the squatters' wife marched in,
Now the girls are marchin' out the door but still the woolshed swings.
And the ringer's got an old ram stag he's a waltzin' round the floor,
The old man tells the learners of the tallies he has shore,
The rousie and the jackaroo are fightin' in the wings,
And we've got our share of stubbies but tonight the woolshed swings.
[Guitar Solo]
Oh the ringer and the old ram stag have just fell down the chute,
And the rousies sportin' shiners and one of them's a beaut,
The squatter's lookin' for the fool who let the woollies out,
Ah tomorrow there'll be hell to pay but tonight it's fun no doubt.
Yeah no one gives a d*** right now just what tomorrow brings,
The boss might even sack us all but tonight the woolshed swings.
Play it there Phil.
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From his album: "The Heritage Album"