for nearly sixty years i ve been a cocky of droughts and fires and floods ive lived through plenty this country s dust and mud have seen my tears and blood but it s nearly over now and now im easy i married a fine girl when i was twenty she died in giving birth when she was thirty no flying doctor then just a gentle old black gin but it s nearly over now and now i m easy she left me with two sons and a daughter and a bone dry farm whose soil cried out for water though my care was rough and ready they grew up fine and steady but it s nearly over now and now i m easy my daughter married young and went her own way my sons lie buried by the burma railway so on this land i ve made me home i ve carried on alone but its nearly over now and now im easy city folks these days despise the cocky say with subsidies and dole we ve had it easy but theres no drought or starving stock on a sewered suburban block but it s nearly over now and now i m easy for nearly sixty years i ve been a cocky of droughts and fires and floods ive lived through plenty this country s dust and mud have seen my tears and blood but it s nearly over now and now i m easy but it s nearly over now and now i m easy