I'd gone back to a little town
I knew so very long ago-
Out into the country
One I once did love just so-
I noticed that things had changed
Over all these years and some-
So many younger blokes of today
Don't like all that much done-
Hard work it once came natural
To a country boy back then-
Did not have to be asked at all
To lend a hand I remember when-
I seen them call into this place
Sit down and yarn all day-
While endless jobs out side needed doing
But get stuck in there was no way-
I was visiting an old bloke
Who once knew hard work it's true-
And there was ever so much there
Jobs that was simply over due-
They called in with their 4x4's
And had a cup or two-
Talked about all they had done
Then in and off they flew-
Over time many has lost their get up and go
They'd walk right past wood that needed chopping-
Rather sit and talk about so much
While their wives were in town shopping-
I can't stand to see thing's that need done
And not get right stuck in-
Bring the lot right up to date
To strike a blow never a sin-
I got this blokes work all ahead
Of where it needed to be-
Because there was a time long ago
He'd have done the same for me-
It don't take a jeweler all day
To recognize the value of a stone-
And it don't take that much longer
To strike a blow and move a bone-
Hard work is good for the soul
Most of all when you are lending a hand-
To get stuck in without being asked at all
To work for goodness and not demand-