On Our Selection Lyrics - Family Album No. 2 - John Williamson

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 cockatoo 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 butter, 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