I'm a ringer from the top end where you gotta know your job and what you're doing each day
On two million acres you bet you'll have to earn your pay
If you want to take it on there's one thing that shouldn't be forgotten
Nobody else can do the job like a ringer from the top end
Out on the fence line swallowing dust blood on my hands from the bar
Hoping that road bull won't see the hole before they get him in the yard
But I get a funny feeling in the middle of my back
Sure enough he's coming like a train down the track
That's when nobody else moves faster than this ringer from the top end
Look at him now
I'm a ringer from the top end where you gotta muster three thousand head in a day
Moving to the yards and water them at end of day
It's not the sort of job you'd take if you're looking for a soft one
But you take a kind of pride in saying I'm a ringer from the top end
Well I roll out my swag near the boab tree and then I'm out like a light
Dreaming about those girls in town next thing it's broad day light
No time to dream of what might have been I'm in a dirty bull catcher with a mustering fiend
I'd better keep my mind on the job cos I'm a ringer from the top end
And nobody does the job better than a ringer from the top end