Lirik Lagu Rosewood Hill - John Williamson
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She had her back to himAs he walked in through the doorHe'd been down in the forestHe said, "I cut me a walkin' stick palmDown by the stingin' treeNever thought I'd see the day I'd need one"
She said, "The real estate people came again todayI made them a pot of teaThey said we'd fetch a million dollarsFor our little old 'Rosewood Hill'I guess they thought we might consider
What would we do with a millionWhen we own paradiseBuy us an acre of sandYou tell those eager beaversThey won't be talkin' to meThis paradise is not for sale"
He's the last of the old cow cockiesUp there in the cloudsWouldn't white-coast gold shoes love to getTheir hands on his land
Smell the crispy baconSpit and crackle on the fryThe promise of a brand new dayShake the cloudy blanketAnd throw it to the skyThe valley takes your breath away
The crows are perched and waitin'The family dreams of goldSurely soon the old man will fade away
She said, "The real estate people came again todayI made them a pot of teaThey said we'd fetch a million dollarsFor our little old 'Rosewood Hill'I guess they thought we might consider
What would we do with a millionWhen we own paradiseBuy us an acre of sandYou tell those eager beaversThey won't be talkin' to meThis paradise is not for sale"
He's the last of the old cow cockiesUp there in the cloudsWouldn't white-coast gold shoes love to getTheir hands on his land
Smell the crispy baconSpit and crackle on the fryThe promise of a brand new dayShake the cloudy blanketAnd throw it to the skyThe valley takes your breath away
The crows are perched and waitin'The family dreams of goldSurely soon the old man will fade away
