Jim's Note: I was listening to the John Williamson CD, Waratah St. and in particular to a lovely song on it called, A Bushman Can’t Survive. The song starts out thus:

A city girl is happy with her friends and family life,
Appreciates a wine with him at night.
She tries to find the sparkle, she searches but it’s gone,
With lots of love she hopes he’ll be alright.
Her man has gone all quiet, he’s not at ease,
He doesn’t feel at home, he’s hard to please.

Now, for the life of me I can’t explain why it is that when Williamson sang the line: He doesn’t feel at home, he’s hard to please. I kept hearing, His head is not at home, he’s hard to please. And so my original first line for this song was: He sits across the table, but his head is not at home... Which of course begs the question, If he (or his head), is not at home where is he? The rest of the song is my answer to that question!

A Train To Catch
© 2000, Jim Lesses. All Rights Reserved.

He sits beside the table, but his heart is not at home,
Through stringybark and spinifex he’s riding out alone.
With a thousand head of cattle, and sheep that know their place,
He’s sleeping underneath the stars, you can see it in his face.

With grass up to the stirrups, and kangaroos ahead,
If he has to give up droving, then he might as well be dead.
When she reaches out to touch him, he’s drinking from a stream,
And with her sweet caressing voice she wakes him from his dream,
And she says…

CHORUS
"Everything we’ve ever done, we did it side by side,
Through winter drought and raging flood, we took it in our stride.
But some things can’t be beaten, sometimes we meet our match,
It’s time that we were going, love – we’ve got a train to catch."

The neighbour’s truck is waiting, they have all been very kind,
He sees the land before him, but he does not look behind.
She feels his body tremble as he slowly rises up,
She takes her place beside him, as he breaks his favourite cup,
And she says…

CHORUS

BRIDGE
And far above the dusty plain a lonely eagle cries,
For generations lost in debt; and other people’s lies.
As yet another farmer cuts a furrow through the dirt,
Leaving his own father’s land and burying the hurt.

He says a quiet greeting as the truck begins to roar,
The land he leaves behind him now is like a dried out bore.
He feels her body shaking as she tries hard not to cry,
He puts his arm around her, and he looks into her eyes,
And he says…

"Everything we’ve ever done, we did it side by side,
Through winter drought and raging flood, we took it in our stride.
But some things can’t be beaten, sometimes we meet our match,
It’s time that we were going, love – we’ve got a train to catch."

CODA: "Time that we were going, love – we’ve got a train to catch."


 

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