

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse 1] His old dog is sitting on the mat, As he puts on his boots and hat, It's another day over forty degrees, So he's goes to check on the sheep, When the wind starts blowing up dust, He will go and pick up that old brush, So he can clean out the water troughs, While the Harvesters take off the crops, [Build] [Chorus] By end of the day there's dust on his face, He's working hard just to keep this place, Cause he knows for the past eighty odd years, They've shed there blood sweat and tears, Now he bears the pain and hurt, Just making a living in, The Mallee dirt, [Refrain] [Verse 2] Now he's heard the stories of his grand dad, Making a living on this same piece of land Ploughing for weeks with those old bullock teams, Now they do it in a day with these big Machines, He's seen his share of floods and droughts, And lots of good folks having to sell out, [Build] [Chorus] [Instrumental interlude] [Refrain] [Bridge] If the fences are broken and the chips are down, He will put his heart and soul into this ground In the winter's chill to the summer's heat, He works till he's nearly dead on his feet, There's no other place he would rather be, To follow in their footsteps is his dream, [Build] [Chorus] [Refrain] [Outro] Mmm, mmm, ohhh, To him there's nothing better on earth, Than being on this piece of mallee dirt, Mmm, mmm, ohhh, the mallee dirt, Yeah he loves this piece of, mallee dirt. [Fade to end]
Tags
Pedal steel guitar fiddle guitars piano drums trumpet saxophone trumbone strong male vocals upbeat tempo
3:50
No
7/8/2025