I am the one who has carried the can since time before time began
Its not the way that its often seemed since I married a dairying man
We had our times we had our strife its was a good but a hard, hard life
But one thing sure is that you pay the price how you wed to a cocky farmer
I am the ine with the bookwork done while the kids are in bed at night
And up every morn before the dawn when the winter frosts would bite
And I swapped me good clothes long ago gum boots and an overcoat
And a lifetime bailing a sinking boat for the sake of a cocky farmer
And the sound of the scenes in me very dreams the sound of the milk can lids
And I never knew how we'd get through but we managed to raise four kids
And the time we soent away from here was less than a month in twenty yeard
Now the kids have gone but they shed no tears for the life od a cocky farmer
And the price we get never keeps in step with the prices that we pay
But you can't tell cows they're out on strike you're a slave to them night and day
And we've seen the neighbours all around toss it in the local towns he'll die a cocky farmer
They yaed to say tnat i wore the pants in the days when we said such things
But I was the one when I was young for the bit of a wild old fling
Saturday nights at the Shire Hall dance stars in me eyes and a head for a romance
And sometimes I think that Im still young nance not the wife of a cocky farmer
Sometimes in me dreams that Im still young nance not the wife of a cocky farmer