The Late George Woolnough worked on High Street, lived on manners Fifty-two years he sat on his veranda, made his saddles And if you had questions about sheep or flowers or dogs You'd just ask the saddler, he lived without sin They're building a library for him Time is a traveler Tenterfield saddler, turn your head Ride again, Jackeroo Think I see kangaroo up ahead The son of George Woolnough went off and got married and had a war baby Though something went wrong and it's easier to drink than go crazy And if there were questions about why the end was so sad George had no answers about why his son ever had need of a gun Time is a traveler Tenterfield saddler, turn your head Ride again jackeroo Think I see kangaroo up ahead The grandson of George has been all around the world And lives no special place He changed his last name and he married a girl with an interesting face He'd almost forgotten them both because in the life that he leads There's no place for George and his library or the son with the gun To belong except in this song Tim is a meddler Tenterfield saddler, make your bed Fly again co*katoo Down on the ground, emu up ahead Time is a traveler Tenterfield saddler, turn your head Ride again jackeroo Think I see kangaroo up ahead Time is a traveler Tenterfield saddler, turn your head Ride again jackeroo Think I see kangaroo up ahead Time is a tale-teller Tenterfield saddler, make your bed