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Down The Line (Mana's Song) Lyrics - Artist : Horrorshow
[Solo:]
And I can't tell this story from the start Its origins have been lost, forgotten to the halls of the past But let's begin on the golden plains of Halls Creek With a boy named Ross living on a farm The second of five kids, who shared a surname that dated back Two generations to a migrant who'd changed it to Smith Nice and plain, he wanted to fit in At a time when people might not take too kindly to the likes of him Now they spent their days herding cattle on the station Tough times, depression era, rural isolation A simple life, they'd gather by the piano at night With poems by Banjo for entertainment But that all changed in '39 With his slouch hat, he shipped off for the front line Fought in trenches and saw men slain From the jungles of Borneo to the desert of El Alamein On his way home, he met a lovely nurse Decided he would make her the offer that she deserved Got down on one knee and asked her to take his hand And it wasn't too long before they were making plans [Sarah Corry:] Gave me my voice To sing refrain You've felt it all Hunger to a war of pain You gave me fire To build my path Each stepping stone A lesson from your winding past And as I stand My outstretched hand Reaches for you To show my gratitude A presence from Before my time Traces that I'm Bound to carry down the line [Solo:] Fast forward, now the boy's a man with children of his own Colts roaming on the farmstead that they call home Days turned to years As the steam rose from the puffing billy and weathered hands worked the shears Through flood and drought he kept food in the family's mouths His four kids getting taller now Each climbed to the top of that old pine tree Just to make believe they could see all the way to Sydney The second son watched the setting sun through his window With dreams of making his home in the big smoke So he finished school and headed to university Determined he would be the one to get the family's first degree One of the lucky ones, his birthday missed the draft As his friends headed off to Vietnam Horror on the evening news on the TV set Made him join the march in the streets in protest Between studying and going to home to work every summer He met a pretty girl and fell in love Put a ring on the finger of his beauty, they had two sons The youngest was none other than yours truly So here I stand, the grandson of a drover A strong man who sang songs watching over his land So I know where I get the damn nerve from To step up on the stage and make the people throw their hands Flipping through these old photographs All the poems he'd recite and the notes he sang Flashed before my eyes as he lay With the family gathered round his bed on that ANZAC day And the last post played on the TV In the hallway as he passed away And I said to myself that I wasn't gonna cry As the tears rolled down my face, I stood by and watched It unwind following the bloodline As the life flowed out his veins But he remains, every time that I speak my rhyme He lives on in what I leave behind, another down the line It's that beautiful but tragic fate, that awaits us all Sure as the seed grows to the tree its leaves will fall We free fall into blackness Till we're nothing more than just a memory to be recalled What we wouldn't give for a minute just to sit and chat But nothing we can wish is ever gonna bring 'em back Though we can't press rewind They live on in what we leave behind, another down the line [Sarah Corry:] Gave me my voice To sing refrain You've felt it all Hunger to a war of pain You gave me fire To build my path Each stepping stone A lesson from your winding past And as I stand My outstretched hand Reaches for you To show my gratitude A presence from Before my time Traces that I'm Bound to carry down the line [Solo:] And another one falls and another one's born It's another one down the line And another's gone and another lives on It's another one down the line And another one falls and another one's born It's another one down the line Though we can't press rewind They live on in what we leave behind, another down the line [Solo's Grandmother:] [?] I just felt that he had something that was just strong, a strong person, and whether he was right or wrong [?] strong [?] ideas [?] we'd get along |
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