Michael Martin Murphey - Three Sons lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm into cattle, my Father was too From Great Great Grandfather all the way through And we've never have wasted an hour of daylight Stickin' to Herefords and it's been all right Prepared for the lean times and save for a drought But you can't always tell how the future turns out Life's gettin' harder to make what we need With low cattle prices and more mouths to feed [Chorus] Oh, six generations where cattle run free I hope I am never too blind to see How fortunate, how proud can an old fella be Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me [Verse 3] Sent the boys off to school to see Adelaide See how other folks live, get a job learn a trade But they couldn't keep stay gone 'cause their hearts are still here My butcher, my welder, my diesel engineer [Chorus] Oh, six generations where cattle run free I hope I am never too blind to see How fortunate, how proud can an old fella be Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me [Verse 4] And I come in for dinner, the sun hits the range In a matter of seconds the colors all change From gold down to violet the soul has been burned And I understand fully why they have returned I'm into cattle, my Father was too From Great Great Grandfather all the way through And we've never have wasted an hour of daylight Stickin' to Herefords and it's been all right [Chorus] Oh, six generations where cattle run free I hope I am never too blind to see How fortunate, how proud can an old fella be Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me