Sara Storer piosenki

Have you seen the old stockman, at the functions and balls He drinks while they serve him and he sleeps where he falls He'll be crook Sunday, but he'll turn up Monday, though He wonders if one day he'll bother at all CHORUS Cause they've turned out the horses...

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 the wrong way What the you're going to yoga With the girls from where you work at I'm sorry but I've been...

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 good As I make my way round Down comes my dinner And then I'm awake Nothing is better with tea, but some cak...

At the pub on Monday night I know I shouldn't but it just seems right Just need a place to be alone Can't believe a year has gone I'll have myself a Bundy and coke Before your memory starts to choke me up again. I should move on, I know I can I should show ho...

Sheila sat on an old Drovers trail Waiting for her Dad to return Her brown little toes digging up the dirt In a flour bag dress her Mum had sown And soon in the distance a man on his horse She ran and she jumped into his arms And they road back to camp for her...

I'm going to sing a song about a man who I've met He lives alone in a quiet town, his face I'll never forget And every line that marks his face is not from age I'm sure It's from aiming through a .308 as in his saddle he sits tall And will the real Buffalo Bi...

Billy sipped his rum can as he speeded out of town monday afternoon there would be no cops around she was good but he knew that she was out of bounds now he's out of this town he said i hold her tight once a week then i leave her once again gotta shoot my qu...

I'm going to have a rough night again he said Then he coughed and spluttered and raised his eyes above his head See that falling star in the sky go by Probably just an old horse Checking out the drovers camp tonight, too right CHORUS Camooweal the drovers ca...

As you drive away, I watched the tail lights disappear This old home is not the same without you here I've fallen for a truck driving man And I'm getting through the lonely nights the best I can And every mile brings you closer With every hour I'm missing you...

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 rodeo is back in town Maybe this time, I'll turn it all around No more sorrow, I'll leave the blues behin...

I'm named after my grandmother I'm blessed with music and her with poetry And she told me this story And with my music I'd like to sing you, her sweet memory Old Kurrajong tree You look lonely to me Do you miss the old days, Of the horses and drays? Or the fi...

Weekends when I go out walking Friends stop and they say hello They ask me how things are going I put on a show, a very good show I tell them that I'm doing fine now They smile and then they go on their way It's so easy to put on a brave face In the bright li...

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 Because you're needed again An old piece of tin Whose work is never done Battered by the rain Weathered by...

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 on that old tin sheet No better sound to make you fall to sleep No dream of tonne crops and big fat she...

Can I be a whirly wind? And travel miles and then start again But in a new place Can I be an old green swag? And have some cowboy come along And carry me away Can I be a drop of rain? That falls down gently on an old ghost gum On the hottest day And can I be...

Mum and Dad are home Sitting round the table Dad's got his face buried in his hands Never seen Dad cry Didn't think that he was able Gravel on the drive, washed away again And with skin off his fingers Still the rain comes down Another week just waiting As he...