I milk cows, I grow spuds, I drive tractors, I fix pumps. I plough dirt, I run stock, life's good, I thank God. There's a shed out the back with a bench and a vice, A motor pulled down and irrigation pipes. When the pump won't pump, you strip it all down, When the things won't go you figure it out. I milk cows, I grow spuds, I drive tractors, I fix pumps. I plough dirt, I run stock, life's good, I thank God. I'm up for the dawn, and off to the shed, The herd comes in about 100 head. They're all my mates, I call 'em by name, There's Dolly and Daisy, Elvis and Jane. I milk cows, I grow spuds, I drive tractors, I fix pumps. I plough dirt, I run stock, life's good, I thank God. Will I get through the drought, I'm walkin in dust, And in a big wet, im sinking in mud. I learned from the best, I learned on the job, I'm carrying on from where my father left off. I milk cows, I grow spuds, I drive tractors, I fix pumps. I plough dirt, I run stock, life's good, I thank God. I clear scrub, I cut wood, I get dry, a beer's good.' I like it here, I hate crowds, it's my life, I milk cows.