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Three Sons chords

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G                   D          G 
I'm into cattle, my Father was too 
G                            D           G 
From Great Great Grandfather all the way through 
G                              C          G 
And we scarcely have wasted an hour of daylight 
G                              D        G Strum from here 
Stickin' to Herefords and it's been all right 
  
 
G                               D          G 
Prepared for the lean times and save for a drought 
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But you can't always plan how the future turns out  
G                        C            G 
Life's gettin' harder to make what we need 
G                          D              G 
With low cattle prices and more mouths to feed  
 
 
(refrain) 
 
G                         C          G 
Oh, six generations where camels run free 
G A D I hope I am never too blind to see G C G How fortunate, how proud can an old fella be G D G Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me Instrumental G D G G D G Sent the boys off to school to see Adelaide G D G How other folks live, get a job learn a trade G C G Couldn't keep them away 'cause their hearts are still here G D G My butcher, my welder, my diesel engineer (refrain) G C G Oh, six generations where camels run free G A D I hope I am never too blind to see G C G How fortunate, how proud can an old fella be G D G Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me G C G And I come in for dinner, the sun hits the range G A D In a matter of seconds the colours all change G C G From gold down to violet the soul has been burned G D G And I understand fully why they have returned G D G Cause I'm into cattle, my Father was too G D G From Great Great Grandfather all the way through G C G And we've never been guilty of wasting daylight G D G We work hard, we play hard and we sleep well at night (refrain) G C G Oh, six generations where camels run free G A D I hope I am never too blind to see G C G How fortunate, how proud can an old fella be G D G Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me G D G Three sons in their swags 'round the stock camp with me Ending G