The late George Woolnough
Worked on High Street
And lived on Manners
52 years he sat on his veranda
And made his saddles
And if you had questions
About sheep or flowers or dogs
You 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 Jackaroo
Think I see kangaroo up ahead
The son of George Woolnough
Went off and got married
And had a war, baby
But something was wrong
And it's easier to drink then go crazy
And if there were questions
About why the end was so sad
Well, George had no answers
About why a son
Ever has need of a gun
Time is a traveler
Tenterfield saddler turn your head
Ride again Jackaroo
Think I see kangaroo up ahead
The grandson of George
Has been all around the world
And lives no special place
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 nowhere for George
And his library or the son with his gun to belong
Except in this song
Time is a traveler
Tenterfield saddler turn your head
Ride again Jackaroo
Think I see kangaroo up ahead
Time is a meddler
Tenterfield saddler make your bed
Fly away cockatoo
Down on the ground emu up ahead
Time is a tale teller
Tenterfield saddler turn your head
Ride again Jackaroo
Think I see kangaroo up ahead
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