John Williamson - On Our Selection lyrics

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 co*katoo 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 bu*ter, 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