Thargomindah (The Way It Is) - John Williamson

Don’t think about the hours

Goin' round and round

About the cost of fuel

The seed you’ve planted in the ground

It’ll send you crazy

Belt your head against the wall

And question why you’re in the game at all

Yeah, you wait two years for decent rain

To save a thirsty crop

And now it goin' yellow

Cause the bloody rain won’t stop

But that’s the way it is

Where inland rivers flow

An irony that real bush people know

But the folks in Thargomindah haven’t seen the grass so tall

It’s an ill wind that blows no good, the rain can’t please us all

No complaints in Thargomindah or out Wanaaring way

Smiles all 'round in Gidgieland today

And you’re thinkin' «here we go again»

With a bucket and a mop

It’s been fifteen years

Since the food went through your shop

And it’s an act of God

So insurance doesn’t pay

You turn around and start again today

Wihile a mob of hungry Brahmans

Spread to let us through

If they could speak I’m sure they’d say

All’s well on old Barcoo

When they reach Windorah

Fat enough to sell

The cattleman will treat his drovers well

Yeah there’s no complaints in Gidgieland today