On Our Selection

The creek is dry, so the cow
We're all broke, so the plow
The horse is lame, the chooks won't lay

Just another day on our Selection
On our Selection

The year we came, we had a drought
And floods they put the bushfires out
The wind blew half the place away

Just another day on our Selection
On our Selection

When the blowfly's roar and the yellow dogs howl
If it ain't Armageddon then it's heading in the same direction

Got to hoe till you'll drop, with a hole in your shoe
On a mouthful of cockatoo stew

On our Selection

We planted barley, barley died
We planted oat, it never tried
We're planting corn, now let us pray

Just another day on our Selection
On our Selection

No butter, no bread, no blankets on the bed
And poor Dad, bloody mad, still dreaming of a resurrection

Well you gotta silly or you gotta be a saint
Because it ain't alot of fun here living on our selection

The sky is blue, the meat is green
The axe is blunt, but Dad's still keen
He says we're lucky (hip hooray)

Just another day on our Selection
On our Selection

Just another day on our Selection
On our Selection

On our Selection
On our Selection