It's nearly 60 years I've been a cocky Of drought and fire and flood I've lived through plentyThis country's dust and mud have seen my tears and bloodBut it's nearly over now and now I'm easyI married a fine girl when I was 20 She died and given birth when she was 30No flying doctors then, just a gentle old black ginBut it's nearly over now and now I'm easyShe left me with two sons and a daughter And a bone-dry farm whose soil cried out for waterSo my care was rough and ready But they grew up fine and steadyBut it's nearly over now and now I'm easyMy daughter married young and went her own wayMy sons lie buried by the Burma railwaySo on this land I've made me own I've carried on aloneBut it's nearly over now and now I'm easyCity folk these days despise the cocky They say with subsidies and all we've got it easyBut there's no drought or dying star On a sewered suburban lotBut it's nearly over now and now I'm easyIt's nearly 60 years I've been a cockyWith drought and fire and flood I've lived through plentyThis country is dust and mud I've seen my tears and bloodBut it's nearly over now and now I'm easy