For nearly sixty years Iґve been a cocky,
Of droughts and fires and floods
Iґve lived through plenty,
This countryґs dust and mud
Have seen my tears and blood,
But itґs nearly over now and now Iґm easy.
I married a fine girl when I was twenty,
She died in giving birth
When she was thirty,
No flying doctor then
Just a gentle old black gen,
But itґs nearly over now and now Iґm easy.
She left me with two sons and a daughter,
And a bone dry farm whose soil
Cried out for water,
Though me care was rough and ready
They grew up fine and steady,
But itґs nearly over now and now Iґm easy.
Me daughter married young
And went her own ways,
My sons lie buried by the Burma railway,
So on this land Iґve made me home
Iґve carried on alone,
But itґs nearly over now and now Iґm easy.
Oh city folks these days despise the cocky,
Saying with subsidies
And dole weґve had it easy,
But thereґs no drought or starving stock
On the sewered suburban block,
But itґs nearly over now and now Iґm easy.