The creek is dry, so the cow
We're all broke, so the plow
The horse is lame, the chooks won't lay
Just another day on our Selection
On our Selection
The year we came, we had a drought
And floods they put the bushfires out
The wind blew half the place away
Just another day on our Selection
On our Selection
When the blowfly's roar and the yellow dogs howl
If it ain't Armageddon then it's heading in the same direction
Got to hoe till you'll drop, with a hole in your shoe
On a mouthful of cockatoo stew
On our Selection
We planted barley, barley died
We planted oat, it never tried
We're planting corn, now let us pray
Just another day on our Selection
On our Selection
No butter, no bread, no blankets on the bed
And poor Dad, bloody mad, still dreaming of a resurrection
Well you gotta silly or you gotta be a saint
Because it ain't alot of fun here living on our selection
The sky is blue, the meat is green
The axe is blunt, but Dad's still keen
He says we're lucky (hip hooray)
Just another day on our Selection
On our Selection
Just another day on our Selection
On our Selection
On our Selection
On our Selection