Sons Of The South

Saddled and ready to bust out of the stable
taking a step, breaking free from the label
in a land where men can't see past their beers
going over their heads, slipping straight through their ears
set to get away and travel to a land
where the wind whistles tunes and blows tumbleweed across the sand
with hand to mouth across valleys I shout
with the world in reach now there's no way out
Walk on walk on down the beaten track
the southland sun is beating down on my back
the strength of my step is set to move the earth
oh, if there's a lord then remove this curse
on a burst of wind smell the savage storm
rolling thunder, blowing cold, dark clouds form
unworn I fill the flask from the river mouth
no man is stronger than a son of the south
Show me a land where the Moa roams free
show me a man who's stronger than the foaming sea
show me a hand that's quicker than the mouth
take a look look no further we're the sons of the south
I'll show you a land far beyond the threshold of cold
show you a man who won't fall or fail when the flesh threatens to fold
show you a hand spanning the width of the plains
a true son standing in the midst of the rains...
Sitting on a rock at the top of the port hills
a soft breeze blows and turns the blade of a windmill
sun in my eyes west wind's on my cheek
back tracking my trail, heading up Kea creek
boots are wet so now it's hard to find me
'cause I left my scent twelve hours behind me
wild walkways lead to windy roads
I'm taking the weight, bearing the heavy load
Summon the sun with a sundance at dawn
blow out the lamp break camp in the morn'
a mudslinger roaming under southern skies
on the trail of the settlers swatting horseflies
wading the waters walking on the plains
wandering the lowlands through fields of grain
hard times my rival, my trial is pain
but a true son never shows the strain
Show me a land where the Moa roams free
show me a man who's stronger than the foaming sea
show me a hand that's quicker than the mouth
take a look look no further we're the sons of the south
I'll show you a land where running water carves a path through the clay
bed
I'll show you a man of strong spirit equipped with a will to stay ahead
show you a hand which the sun's rays can't cut
these are my hills people and this sons days aren't up...
Vultures swoop and circle where the body lies
flies buzz in the maudlin heat of the brooding sun's demise
dark mountains lie ahead, cliffs rise on either side
'Believe or die.'the wind whispers along the path we ride
staying out of sight: Two travellers in the dark of night
even in the end of life there's more than a spark of fight
all bark and no bite; a heart of spite with a venomous tail
hunted and hounded by vicious enemies; surrounded on every trail
wailing in the distance: The shadow of a doubt
dry mouth dry skin dry ground from the summer droughtThree days without water and no sight of a well
three days without food and I'm hungry as hell
three days in hiding three days of pain
and three days running on the Canterbury plains
Day in day out I'll forgive
but I won't forget
Day in day out I'll forgive
but I won't forget
Day in day out I'll forgive
but I won't forget
ride on true sons of the
south into the sunset

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