The Roadie - Paul McCord

Well the roadie he was always there
To lend a helping hand
A man of many talents
A Man from off the land

For many years he'd sown his crops
And waited for the rain
His pigs we all were proud of
No better breeding strain

He'd turned out many miracles
In that block of scrub and sand
Well, they said he'd never make it
But he proved them wrong again

Fruit and veggies he would grow
And wool and fat lambs too
He broke the wild bush horses
And made them tame for me and you

Oh the roadie he could always tell
If the sound was right or wrong
He'd plug in the amp and set thing up
And say, "Now son, sing a song"

Then he'd wander round and wave his hands
And say, "She sounds good mate!"
All we need is an audience
And it will be just great

We went through times of plenty
We went through times of none
We went through times of sadness
And times with lots of fun.

At 79 he was on the ball
He would laugh and sing and joke
He was always the same with heaps of money
Or when he was flat broke

Up Queensland way or way down south
When the nights were damp and cold
The roadie he'd be out there
Counting records he had sold

I couldn't see him from the stage
For the lights were strong and bright
But he'd be there packing up
At the end of every night

Oh the roadie he could always tell
If the sound was right or wrong
He'd plug in the amp and set thing up
And say, "Now son, sing a song"

Then he'd wander round and wave his hands
And say, "She sounds good mate!"
All we need is an audience
And it will be just great

Well he put up the money for records
For TV commercials too
He paid the man on the radio
Oh the thousands we went through

But we hung in there and took out time
And the money went right round
Til it came back like a snowball
Where it felt safe and sound

Well the roadie he was generous
As any man could be
A man of quintessent fairness
He wouldn't hurt a flea

But when it came to business
He could match it with the best
Whether dealing with the city slicks
Or the people way out west

Oh the roadie he could always tell
If the sound was right or wrong
He'd plug in the amp and set thing up
And say, "Now son, sing a song"

Then he'd wander round and wave his hands
And say, "She sounds good mate!"
All we need is an audience
And it will be just great

Oh the roadie he could always tell
If the sound was right or wrong
He'd plug in the amp and set thing up
And say, "Now son, sing a song"

Then he'd wander round and wave his hands
And say, "She sounds good mate!"
All we need is an audience
And it will be just great
All we need is an audience
And it will be just great