HONEST SWEAT     © John Birch 2005.     HappySurfing.com

 

Honest sweat                          Honest sweat                         In a town                            Honest sweat 

Built a nation                          Held frustration                     In South Australia              Built a nation

Drove a pick up                      Deep inside                            Down by                            Drove a pick up    

And looked for love                He felt the pain                     The railway station             And looked for love

 

Honest sweat                          Honest sweat’s                       Honest sweat                     Honest sweat

Brought home the bacon         Separation                              Turned his head                Brought home the bacon

He was a father                       Drove him mad                       To a                                  He was a father  

To the kids he loved               Made him insane                     Pink carnation                  To the kids he loved  

 

But…                                                                                                                                 And… 

 

Honest sweat’s                        Honest sweat’s                      And there stood                  Honest sweat’s

Heart was achin’                      Heart was breakin’                His destination                   Heart was quakin’                     

She’d gone away                     She’d gone away                   Honest sweat                      She’d come back                    

And he’d had enough              And he’d had enough            Felt such elation                 To the one she loved

 

So…                                         So…                                                                                 So…

                                  

Honest sweat                            Honest sweat                       Honset sweat                       Honest sweat     

Worked the station                   Crossed the nation              Could not forget                  Worked the station                  

Pushed the plough                    Searchin’ for                       Honest sweat                       Pushed the plough

And did it tough                       His ladylove                        Could not forget                  And did it tough                      

                                                                                              Honest sweat   

But…                                       Honest sweat                       Could not forget                 Honest sweat                          

                                                 Could not forget                                                             Could not forget                  

Honest sweat                                                                        So…                                   Honest sweat

Could not forget                       Then…                                                                           Could not forget                 

                                                                                                                                         Honest sweat

                                                                                                                                         Had no regrets                                                                                          

                                                                                                                                                        

                                                                                                                                          No regrets          

                                                                                                        For                                               

                                                                                                                                          Honest Sweat                   

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

           Roses Need Rain     © J.Birch 2012.   Country                                 

         

     1    She wrote me a note

          Its hung on the door

          "Food’s in the fridge

          Sox in the drawer"

 

          A cat in a kennel

          A burst balloon

          I was as useless

          As a plastic spoon

 

          All of my troubles

          All of my pains

          They seemed

          Like they were here to stay

 

          I planted a seed

          In the spring time it grew

          Don’t you know, for a flower to grow

          Roses Need Rain

 

    2     A man without reason

          A man without rhyme         

          I’m was just sittin’ here countin’

          Nickels and dimes

 

          What do I do?

          Where do I go?

          What do I say?

          Now she’s away?

 

          All of my troubles

          All of my pains

          They seemed

          Like they were here to stay

 

          I had planted a seed

          In the spring time it grew

          Don’t you know, for a flower to grow

          Roses Need Rain

 

    Br.   Then just like a bolt

          From out of the blue

          She pulled in the drive

          And my troubles were through

 

          All of my troubles

          All of my pains

          They seemed

          Like they were here to stay

 

          But I had planted a seed

          And in the spring time it grew

          Don’t you know, for a flower to grow

          Roses Need Rain

 

          I had planted a seed

          In the spring time it grew

          Don’t you know, for a flower to grow

          Roses Need Rain