Woman on the Land John Williamson
intro
[F] [G] [F] [C]
shes my [C]mother, she's my aunty,
she is [F]many that i've known[C]
the b[F]ackbone of the bush,[C] where c[D7]ountry kids have grown[G7]
she's [C]raised and she's nurtured those [F]children of her own[C]
while her [F]man does his [G7]battles on the land[F] [C]
and he [F]comes on from the shearin[C]g, still [F]aching in the back[C]
the [F]kids are finally [C]tucked away, her [D7]days are never sla[G7]ck
but she [C]makes it look so easy, as she [F]cooks him up a storm[C]
that un[F]selfish, unsung [G]hero of the lan[F]d
[C] [F] [G] [F] [C]
she's [C]keeping books, she's nursing
raising [F]money for the town[C]
she's the [F]last one standing,[F] when [D7]all is falling down[G7]
fe[C]rocious as a tiger to de[F]fend her little clan[C]
my [F]hero the [G7]woman on the land[F] [C]
so [F]i propose a [C]toast, to the [F]mothers that we know[C]
[F]proud to be the [C]better half, who [D7]really run the sho[G7]w
and [C]if you shed a tear boys, [F]i will understand[C]
to our [F]hero the [G]woman on the lan[F]d
[C] [C] [F] [C] [F] [G] [F] [C]
and he [F]comes in from the harves[C]t, a [F]dissapointing yield[C]
he's [F]tired and he's [C]dusty, twelve [D7]hours in the [G7]field
and al[C]though her day's been difficult, she [F]greets him with a smile[C]
that un[F]selfish, unsung [G]hero of the lan[F]d
[C] [C] [F] [C] [F] [G] [F] [C]
to our [F]hero, the [G]woman on the lan[F]d[C]
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