Tenterfield Saddler - Rick Price

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