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lirik lagu he shore so hard he died – adam mcclure

a shearer with a mullet walked into the shed
he lid up his rolly and said: hey it’s going, my name’s ted
i’ve come from up black ole, i’m glad to meet you all
done a couple of months, run broken hill
last week i was installed. he said:
my kids don’t need new shoes, my misses needs new bloomers
i’ve got bills i haven’t paid and i’ve got fines i’d better pay sooner
but my wallet is empty as my guts, my you’ve met smarter dogs
so i better pull my finger up and down and drop the cogs
everybody that was there, was struck with owe by this man’s presence
cos’ they knew he was the real thing * a true shearer from the heavens
it was just a little c*cky job, it’d take a week at most
couple of solid days in wethers, then they’d hit the use and coast
amanda was the rousie, the c*cky was the klassa, his misses made the smoko
she put cheese on saladas. a couple of local shearers *
an old one and a young one. and a c*cky’s son was rousie too
now the good one bummed the dumb one
then it’s 7:30, bombs away, the mullet man was up it
he threw the handpiece faster than anyone has done it

well, he shore so hard, he shore so fast, their mouths are open wide
he shore so fast, then by half past he dropped out 55
he shore so hard, he shore so fast, they could not believe their eyes
but he shore so hard, he couldn’t last, he shore so hard he died
he shore so hard he died

by jingo this bloke’s up ‘em. said the c*cky to amanda
and the others as they chew their chops for lunch on their veranda
they had never seen this wethers sh*rn, the way this fella shore them
and they all agreed that they indeed had a busy day before them
because the wool was coming off, at nearly twice the normal pace
so everybody had to race to keep up with this man’s pace
now, off into the afternoon they knew they had more coming
ted was dropping out a coem and shore to keep the rousies running
it was halfway through the third run, when our hero turn was tested
when dehydration pressed and the hallucinations pested
he continued in his frenzy, though his muscles felt on fire
then he heard his long dead father’s voice call out from somewhere higher
he said go my son, don’t give up. tear these pr*cks apart
you have always done me proud, because you’ve got a massive heart
and in ted’s mind the starts aligned and time itself eroded
he dragged the wether to the board and just exploded
it was unrelenting, bombs away the mullet man was up it
thrown the wing his faster than anyone has done it

ted kicked it up another gear, the whole shed started shaking
the sky at sight came full of clouds, the storm was in the making
the shearer’s sweat was running hot, and when it turned to steam
a great white flash of blinding light, showed out from where he’d been
so they turned their heads to shield their eyes, and when the light was gone
saw a spectrum slowly rising, but still shearing on and on
he was floating in the air now. at least 5 feet high or better
the down tube rising with him and a massive wrinkly wether
he was pumping on the long blow, somehow dancing on his feet
every blow was running sweet, as he moved around the sheep
his hand was light and clever, there was mischief in his smile
as if you’d just worked out a joke, but it had taken you a while
the room was getting hotter, he was holding it flat necker
then he thundered down the last side and that’s when the magic happened
a second flash of lightning, followed by one minute’s darkness
and when the light returned, just his body laying lifeless
there was nothing they could do, because the mullet man had done it
smashed into the next i mention just by how hard he got up it

whether an achievement or whether a disaster
his life insurance paid out and his kids were well looked after
his misses sold her interview to the highest bidding paper
amanda’s book was published and their movie was made later
the farmer’s son became switched on, the farmer grew and grew
the local shearers work there now, and half the town does too
because all the tourists come to see where teddy made his name
and his ghost is drinking long*necks in the shearer’s hall of fame
yeah, his ghost is drinking long*necks in the shearer’s hall of fame
he is sharing rowdy stories with past legends of the game
borgo’s there and belly too, then of course there is the gowja
their laughter rose out endlessly into the tiny hours
all the rouse about and class’s past well loved and renowned
are reaching in the eskie for another coaking brown
while a famous wether wrestler place, they love him far and wide
but there’s none there more respected than the man who shore so hard he died
so, with your feeling game, then, go on and get up it
hard work’s not going to k!ll you, but there’s one man who has done it

- adam mcclure

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