Down at the local on Friday nights

My neighbour Dave wanders in,

Sheepishly looking for company,

'cause his misses has bounced him again,

He drinks with the boys from his single days

And life takes on a much brighter tone,

And Dave can't believe, when it's time to leave,

That his wife comes to take him back home.

She's the Mrs of a farmer,

The better half of a man,

Workin' the land as a family,

Raisin' the kids in Gippsland.

She's been the wife, through trouble and strife

Ever ready to lean a hand.

The backbone of the farmer,

A girl from the land.

Dave's wife is Sue, and she's local too

For they've been in the district for years,

They work side by side, it's been no easy ride,

But they've made it with love, sweat and tears

Their kids are all grown with homes of their own

So each Friday Sue gets in Dave's ear

It seems like a fluke, but I'm tellin' you

It's just so he can have a few beers.

Yes the Mrs of a farmer,

Is the better half of a man,

Workin' the land as a family,

Raisin' the kids in Gippsland.

She's been the wife, through trouble and strife

Ever ready to lean a hand.

The backbone of the farmer,

A girl from the land.

Instrumental

And meanwhile at home, Sue's been on the phone,

Her girl friends will be droppin' in,

an' they laugh as they can about Susie's old man,

As he thinks he's in trouble again,

The womenfolk know their men like to go

For a beer with the boys now and then,

And the girls think it's fine having tea cake and wine

Till it's time to collect them again.

Yes the Mrs of a farmer

Is the better half of a man,

Workin' the land as a family,

Raisin' the kids in Gippsland.

She's been the wife, through trouble and strife

Ever ready to lean a hand.

The backbone of the farmer,

A girl from the land.

A girl from the land.