Tenterfield Saddler Songtext
von Rick Price

Genre: Pop
RIFF-it good.
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The late George Woolnough
Worked on High Street and lived on manners
52 years he sat on his veranda, made his saddles

And if you had questions
About sheep or flowers or doves
You just asked the saddler, he lived without sin
They′re building a library for him

Time is a traveler
Tenterfield saddler
Turn your head
Right again Jackaroo
Think I see kangaroo up ahead

The son of George Woolnough
Went off and got married and had a war, baby
But something was wrong
And it's easier to drink than go crazy


And if there were questions
About why the end was so sad
Well, George had no answers about why
Her son ever has need of a gun

Time is a traveler
Tenterfield saddler
Turn your head
Right again Jackaroo
Think I see kangaroo up ahead

The grandson of George gas been
All around the world and lives no special place
Changed his last name
And he married a girl with an interesting face

He′d almost forgotten them both
Because of the life that he leads
There's nowhere for George and his library
Or the son with his gun to belong except in this song

Time is a traveler
Tenterfield saddler
Turn your head
Right again, Jackaroo
Think I see kangaroo up ahead


Time is a meddler
Tenterfield saddler
Make a bet, fly away cockatoo
Down on the ground
Emu up ahead

Time is a tale teller
Tenterfield Saddler
Turn your head
Right again Jackaroo
Think I see kangaroo up ahead

Time is a tale teller
Tenterfield saddler
Make a bet, fly away cockatoo
Down on the ground
Emu up ahead