Some Things Never Change Out Here

A A E E A E D A E A An old man stands by the homestead door in his boots and his bushman's gear. E D A E A His Akubra hat has a hole in the felt and the blue cattle dog sits near. E D A E A The old man's son owns this run on the northwest slopes and plains. E D A E A With his sons and wife, it's their whole life in the home of the big road trains. D E F#m D E And the bush kids come home with their welcome run as they greet us each time near. D A F#m E A where the dams are dry 'neath the dusty sky, Some things never change out here. E E A E D A E A Some tales have told of the days of old when the horses pulled the plough. E D A E A Of the yokes and chains and the bridle reins when they rarely went to town. E D A E A The myxo kills the rabbit still, it's a painful death that's clear. E D A E A The horses shade from the midday blaze, some things never change out here. D E F#m D E Yes the bush kids come home with their welcome run as they greet us each time near. D A F#m E A where the dams are dry 'neath the dusty sky, Some things never change out here. D E F#m D E D A F#m E A E D A E A The dingoes run from the dogger's gun the emu proudly roams. E D A E A With his sharpened beak he'll fiercely reap a crop that's just been sown E D A E A The night sky falls, the shadows call the big white moon to Earth. E D A E A In the morning time the frost will shine like a blanket on the Earth D E F#m D E Yes the bush kids come home with their welcome run as they greet us each time near. D A F#m E A where the dams are dry 'neath the frosty sky, Some things never change out here. D E F#m D E Yes the bush kids come home with their welcome run as they greet us each time near. D A F#m E A where the dams are dry 'neath the dusty sky, Some things never change out here. F#m E A Some things never change out here D E A A Some things never change out here.