Tenterfield Saddler

Tenterfield Saddler
The Late George Woolnough worked on High Street, lived on manners
Fifty-two years he sat on his veranda, made his saddles
And if you had questions about sheep or flowers or dogs
You'd just ask the saddler, he lived without sin
They're building a library for him

Time is a traveler
Tenterfield saddler, turn your head
Ride again, Jackeroo
Think I see kangaroo up ahead
The son of George Woolnough went off and got married and had a war baby
Though something went wrong and it's easier to drink than go crazy
And if there were questions about why the end was so sad
George had no answers about why his son ever had need of a gun
Time is a traveler
Tenterfield saddler, turn your head
Ride again jackeroo
Think I see kangaroo up ahead
The grandson of George has been all around the world
And lives no special place
He changed his last name and he married a girl with an interesting face
He'd almost forgotten them both because in the life that he leads
There's no place for George and his library or the son with the gun
To belong except in this song
Tim is a meddler
Tenterfield saddler, make your bed
Fly again cockatoo
Down on the ground, emu up ahead

Time is a traveler
Tenterfield saddler, turn your head
Ride again jackeroo
Think I see kangaroo up ahead
Time is a traveler
Tenterfield saddler, turn your head
Ride again jackeroo
Think I see kangaroo up ahead
Time is a tale-teller
Tenterfield saddler, make your bed