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Three Sons
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Three Sons adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak Checked Label Services tarafından 6 Aralık 2019 tarihinde yayınlandıThree Sons - Single
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Çıkış Tarihi6 Aralık 2019
FirmaChecked Label Services
Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM78

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aleyce Simmonds
Aleyce Simmonds
Lead Vocals
John Williamson
John Williamson
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Williamson
John Williamson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Matt Fell
Matt Fell
Producer
Simon Johnson
Simon Johnson
Producer
Jeff McCormack
Jeff McCormack
Mastering Engineer

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[Verse 1]
I'm into cattle, my father was too
From great-great-grandfather all the way through
And we scarcely 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 plan how the future turns out
Life's gettin' harder to make what we need
With low cattle prices and more mouths to feed
[Verse 2]
Oh, six generations where camels 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
How other folks live, get a job, learn a trade
Couldn't keep them away 'cause their hearts are still here
My butcher, my welder, my diesel engineer
[Verse 4]
Oh, six generations where camels 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 5]
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
[Verse 6]
'Cause I'm into cattle, my father was too
From great-great-grandfather all the way through
And we've never been guilty of wasting daylight
We work hard, we play hard, and we sleep well at night
[Verse 7]
Oh, six generations where camels 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 campfire with me
Written by: John Williamson
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