Lyrics
I want to be a Ringer By Noel Downs and John Jones Copyright (26th January 2004)
I'm dodging cars and people, walking down the street,
Deafened by the noise they make, just to make ends meet,
I continue to my office, What else can I do?
I should have taken dad's advice, and become a jackaroo.
I want to be a Ringer, and ride the open plains,
Go chasing cows or horses, through the Kim-ber-ley Range,
I'd trade my desk and mortgage, for a saddle and a roll,
I want to be a Ringer, I can hear the country call.
I'd like to sit where I can see the stars, and hear the night jar call,
Stare into the campfire, and see dreams in the coals,
Be up to see the sunrise, and take time to watch it set,
I want to be a Ringer, that's as good as life could get, (How much better could life get?)
I want to be a Ringer, and ride the open plains,
Go chasing cows or horses, through the Kim-ber-ley Range,
I'd trade my desk and mortgage, for a saddle and a roll,
I want to be a Ringer, I can hear the country call.
I could use my granddad's poly, made by Sidney Hill,
And I've got a pair of RM's boots, that should fit me still,
And my dad's old felt hat is hanging, on the stand in the hall,
I want to be a Ringer, I can hear the country call.
I want to be a Ringer, and ride the open plains,
Go chasing cows or horses, through the Kim-ber-ley Range,
I'd trade my desk and mortgage, for a saddle and a roll,
I want to be a Ringer, I can hear the country call.
I want to be a Ringer, and ride the open plains,
Go chasing cows or horses, through the Kim-ber-ley Range,
I'd trade my desk and mortgage, for a saddle and a roll,
I want to be a Ringer, I can hear the country call.
Tag
Anybody want to swap a kelpie for my mortgage?
