Hard Times - Lyrics

Silver Bullet

Words & Music by Colin Buchanan p. 1994 © 2002 Wanaaring Road Music (Aust.)

Set the yards up
Dug a hole
Rounded up the sheep
Picked the ones that had to go
It’d make a fella weep
Food for dogs and a few loose coins

CHORUS
It was a simple plan to work this land
A fighting man can’t understand
It blown away and overcome
By the silver bullet and the loaded gun

We’ve fed the lambs by hand
The boys have run the shed
We’ve given all we had
Now half the flock is dead
Years of hope in a shallow grave

CHORUS

There’s a mound of dirt by the northern fence
The ground is turned and bare
But a man can’t dwell on what is done
And what lies buried there
The work goes on and the seasons turn

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