By Celeste Clabburn
Jim's been married a hundred years
Though it feels that way sometimes
Three kids and a lovely wife,
They're the reason he survives
A few thousand acres about fifty
kilometres from town
A lot of sun and not much rain
But it's like that all around
Oh Jim you work on hard, you work too much
You're letting go of your marriage
And your kids are growing up
So take the time to watch your kids
Go climbing that old gum tree
Or running round the washing line
And kiss your wife, she's still the same girl
You met that balmy summer's night
I know it can get hard in this busy life
But you've gotta take the time
Well, this old place is going well
But there's always jobs to do
A fence down, sheep to crutch
The bookworks overdue
And you're wife keeps saying
Can't we take a trip to town
Oh Jim, drop the strainers, drop the phone
What's the point of working hard
If you're ending up alone?
Time is money, blah blah blah
You need to stop while you can see,
before you go too far
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By Celeste Clabburn
Jim's been married a hundred years
Though it feels that way sometimes
Three kids and a lovely wife,
They're the reason he survives
A few thousand acres about fifty
kilometres from town
A lot of sun and not much rain
But it's like that all around
Oh Jim you work on hard, you work too much
You're letting go of your marriage
And your kids are growing up
So take the time to watch your kids
Go climbing that old gum tree
Or running round the washing line
And kiss your wife, she's still the same girl
You met that balmy summer's night
I know it can get hard in this busy life
But you've gotta take the time
Well, this old place is going well
But there's always jobs to do
A fence down, sheep to crutch
The bookworks overdue
And you're wife keeps saying
Can't we take a trip to town
Oh Jim, drop the strainers, drop the phone
What's the point of working hard
If you're ending up alone?
Time is money, blah blah blah
You need to stop while you can see,
before you go too far
Jim's been married a hundred years
Though it feels that way sometimes
Three kids and a lovely wife,
They're the reason he survives
A few thousand acres about fifty
kilometres from town
A lot of sun and not much rain
But it's like that all around
Oh Jim you work on hard, you work too much
You're letting go of your marriage
And your kids are growing up
So take the time to watch your kids
Go climbing that old gum tree
Or running round the washing line
And kiss your wife, she's still the same girl
You met that balmy summer's night
I know it can get hard in this busy life
But you've gotta take the time
Well, this old place is going well
But there's always jobs to do
A fence down, sheep to crutch
The bookworks overdue
And you're wife keeps saying
Can't we take a trip to town
Oh Jim, drop the strainers, drop the phone
What's the point of working hard
If you're ending up alone?
Time is money, blah blah blah
You need to stop while you can see,
before you go too far