ANOTHER JOB WELL DONE 
(Copyright Ray Macartrney) 
 
When I wake in the morning, and as the sun starts to glow.
It’s a brand new day, and it’s dawning, the rooster starts to crow.
Have some breakfast, I pack my tucker; it’s a, long time till lunch.
Won’t get back, till the sun goes down, all my jobs are done.
 
I head out on the veranda, I put my old boots on,
Dogs are out there are barking, rearing to come along.
And I think about what the day might hold, as I walk on down the shed.
I know the next twelve hours, will be, full steam ahead.
 
Chorus:
And it’s a brand new day from yesterday,
more jobs to be done.

And any job that I finish, will be,
another job well done.

 
I head out in the Ute, dogs are full of yap,
I come across a sheep and I roll it off its back.
See some sheep are twitching, got fly strike in the mob.
I take em to the yards, I put them in the shed and I crutch the flamen lot.
 
Solo:

I have my lunch in the tractor, there’s a paddock to be ploughed,  turn the radio on,
I have the talk back up and loud, and it all goes around in circles, like I’m doing, right now,
while tilling the weeds, ready for seed, I’m blowing dust out here.

Chorus:
And it’s a brand new day from yesterday,
another job well done.
And any job that I finish,
another job well done.

 
Sun goes down, it’s done its ark, dusk turns to dark,
I feed the dogs and shut the chooks, head on up the house.
I sit down on the veranda; take my boots off 
And contemplate, another day, another day well done.
 
And it’ll be a brand tomorrow,
more jobs to be done.


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AMAZING WONDERS  
(Copyright Ray Macartrney)
 
Got myself lost, I got myself found, I got my both feet back on the ground.
When all those illusions got tossed and turned, cause sometime in life, things maybe adjourned. 
 
CHORUS:
Then out of the pale and into the light, a little child so full of life.
A silent tear and a silent prayer, for the amazing wonders, of you. 
Day to day, I worked my load, to pass away time, tried to unlock the code.
And I felt like wind, drifting along, but something was missing, then you came along.
 
CHORUS: When out of the pale……. 
For a moment in time, destiny dealt its hand, with a passing seed into father land.
Then when you came to pass, no words can explain,
That amazing moment, when we gave you your name.
 
SOLO:
 
Your wondrous face, at your birthplace, is locked in my mind, never to be erased,
A silent tear, their was a silent prayer,
Amazing face, of you.  
Ooh ooh …ooh ooh…..ooh   Aah aah aah aah     

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BORE IN JACK
(Copyright Ray Macartrney)
 
I knew this shearer once, a real sunbeam gem, a typical rough around the edges bloke, but a real likable man,
 A real dry rye character, as dinky di to the T,
His wide brimmed hat beard and rollie; he says ‘yea that sums up me’.
 
Seven o’clock he arrives in his beat up Ute, with dogs on board cause their his pride.
He’d say get down all you mutts, then go way back says he.
When sheep’o is done, then the run’s in full swing.
 
CHORUS:
So bore in Jack lets see the wool flow from your hand.
So bore in Jack at the end of the run, we’ll see they’ve got their brand.
And we’ll have the job in hand; we’ll have, the job, in hand.
So bore in Jack, so bore in Jack.
 
The sweat pores down as the sheep go down;  smoke’ o time at last, there’s hot billy tea to let the sweat run free.
All those men and dogs gather around, he tells stories of former glories, of those real hard men that have sheared his company.
 
CHORUS:
 
At the end of the day all the energy’s sapped dry.
He heads down to the local, for a counter tea.
And he’s out for a good old chat with Bill, Paddy and Black, just making it back for another day’s hard yakka.  So……
 
CHORUS:
 
So bore in Jack, so bore in Jack, so bore in Jack, so bore in Jack.
 
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CUTTING LOOSE 
(Copyright Ray Macartney)

Hey Yea!  MM
Well I work to a plan every night on stage, playing on into the night.
That’s to make some fun, with my songs, to set the crowd a light.
While, making my connection and making the mood just right,
I’m setting the scene, to let off steam, with your lady tonight.
While cutting it loose.
 
Chorus:
With our drummer who’s drive’n the back beat, Bass player’s play’n it smooth,
Guitarist cutt’n some good rhythm, while I’m singing them out for you.
We’re all cutting it loose.  Hey yea, we’re all cutting it loose.
 
When I look down from the stage on out into the crowd,
There’s nothing like the view from here when their all up and about.
Playing comes easy, when the crowds in the mood.
When their, caught up in the atmosphere
As fair as the eye can see.  When their cutting it loose.
Hey yeah, their cutting it loose,  ‘Let’s all cut it loose now’!
Solo:
 
When it comes to the midnight hour and its time for us to go.
The crowd yells out for more, one long encore.
Can’t help ourselves from the stage, got a couple left in store.
Savior the moment out there, while their on the floor. 
While their cutting it loose.    Hey Yea, While their cutting it loose.
 
May the night be fun and carryon, but are you ready for it to go.
If the answers no, we’ll extend the show and we’ll do our very best.
 
With our drummer drive’n the backbeat, bass player’s, play’n  it smooth,  guitarist strumming good rhythm,  and I’m leaving it all up to you, to cut the night loose, hey yeah,     let’s cut the night loose,
Hey yeah,  let’s cut it loose.
We’re gonna cut it loo-oose, gonna cut it loo-oose.
 
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DONE & DUSTED    
(Copyright Ray Macartney)
 
Got a strong title, got a first line, now do I don’t I make it rhyme.
I strum a riff, the music clicks, I’m off and writing, I’m transfixed.
 
CHORUS:
And when it all gets sung and done it’s done and dusted.
“””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””
It’ll be done and dusted.
 
Song it starts to; take form, verse and chorus, already born.
Story line, finds its time, where it takes me, I’ll take the ride.
 
CHORUS:
 
I’m making inroads; it needs a hook, some light and shade,
It’s feeling good, maybe some guitar, a solo here.
To make it stand out, loud and clear.  “Guitar”
 
SOLO:
 
Keep on writing, you play them out live, you get them all down pat,          record wise.
You do your time, in the studio; you live and breathe them, while they grow.
 
CHORUS:
 
Graphic artwork done, album complete, it’s done and dusted, out and released.
Your songs are like children, they’re born and they grow.
Part of ones picture,  a life on show…..
 
 
CHORUS:
Well it’s all been sung and done its done and dusted.
“””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””””
It’s done and dusted.
 
Well it’s all been sung and done its done and dusted.
It’s done and dusted.     



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DRIVIN 
(Copyright Ray Macartney \ Gary Ingram )
 
The lights of the city come looming up ahead again,
But the city traffic makes it hard for a truck drivin man.
This is the time I wish I could lay down and sleep
And dream of the places that other people never see.
 
Drivin, I’m drivin, I’m on the road and I’m drivin,
I’m drivin that white line up and down the road again.
 
I’ve delivered my load and I’ve got to hit the road again.
I’m headed up to the country gonna do it all over again.
I know I’ve got to make a living just like any other man,
So I’m driving this rig, cause it’s the only way that I can.
 
Drivin, I’m drivin, I’m in my truck and I’m drivin.
I know I’ve got to make a living just like any other man.
 
My home is my rig I got views that never end.
And it rolls like the desert across the driven sand
My kitchen is a roadhouse somewhere down the road
and my beds in the back where I can rest my weary load.
 
Drivin, I’m drivin, I’m in my truck and I’m drivin
And it rolls like the desert across the driven sand.
 
Solo:
 
I’m drivin and I’m thinking about the family I’ve left behind
I got two days a coming gonna take them for a drive.
They know I’ve got to make a living just like any other man.
And so I’m driving this rig all over this land.
 
Drivin, I’m drivin, I’m in my truck and I’m drivin.
And so I’m drivin this rig all over this land.
 
Drivin, I’m drivin, I’m in my truck and I’m drivin.
Well I got to make a living I’m doing the best that I can.

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FEARS FOR OUR PLANET
(Copyright Ray Macartney)

How many people can the world sustain, if humans are the reason for climate change?
At some point in history we need to make a stand, we need to implement…. a strategic plan.
We were all going well before the modern age, before planes, cars and carbon were all the rage. It’s not rocket science when you think about it.
The worlds got some problems…. that need to be fixed.

Chorus:  
There are fears, fears for our planet. There are fears, fears for our planet. (Twice)


Crimes on the increase everywhere, people loose there way so much despair. 
Some play the system for what it is; making a mockery…. it’s hard to forgive.
Third world countries, so underfed.Barely enough, for their daily bread.
Refugees come from war torn lands, searching for hope…. Does it all seem fair?

Chorus:

It’s all the rage, inappropriate fun, with drugs and alcohol the antisocialones.
With each generation the culture grows.Where it’ll end up…. God only knows.
Too many cars, too many planes, too many houses built, to sustain.
Too much emissions from cars and planes, smoking chimneys….
So who’s to blame, for acid rain?

Solo:

It’s sad to sing such a negative song, but I’m putting it out there for everyone.
We need to turn this world around, before it’s too late…. We meet an unknown fate.

Chorus: (4 times)

So how many people can the world sustain, if humans are the reason for climate change?  At some point in history we need to make a stand, before it’s too late we meet an unknown fate.

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GOOD TIME COUNTRY NIGHT   
(Copyright   Ray Macartney)  
 
We drove into town, gonna, put on a show,
here we are again well what do you know. 
Well how are you doing, what do you say?
Let’s set her up again and play.
 
Chorus:
Step by step here we go, follow me back to and fro,

Everyone’s here for a reason.
To have a good time country night.
 
Danced on through the night, suppers then provided. 
Girls have paired off with their blokes.
They’ve danced on up a feast, to the rhythm of our beat,
We’re all having a ball, in this old hall.
 
We’re playing it hard, your making it sweat.
Having a good time country night.
 
Chorus:
Solo: ‘Let’s all have a good time country night now’!

What a good time country night, what a good time country show,
It’s over again well what do you know, you’ve danced the night a treat,
to the rhythm of our beat, we’ve all had a ball in this old hall.
 
We’ve played it hard; you’ve made it sweat.
Had a good time country night.
 
Step by step there they go, filing out their to and fro.
Everyone’s here’s had a good evening.
We’ve had a time country night.
 
Step by step there we go. Do come back for our next show.                   
Don’t need much to have a reason, to have a good time country night.          
 
We’ll be back for another evening and we’ll have a good time country night.
(‘Yea we’ll be back for another evening and we’ll have a good time country night,
all over again, we can all look forward to that.)

 
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GOODTIME TONIGHT
(CopyrightRay Macartney)

Well here we are once again. Back at this venue, with all my friends.
Another night, to play to you. You’re in for good time tonight.
Well it’s time to hit the dance floor.
Time to kick up your heels, once more.
While I’m singing the tunes, then pretty soon, we’re having good time, tonight.
Can you feel the atmosphere? With the mood& dancing it’s all good here.
It’s time for a break, let’s make it shake. You’re in for a good break tonight.

“Lead Break”

There’s a lot of songs, I’ve sung and their gone.
While, you’ve been dancing all night long.
So are you ready, for just one more, you’re up for a good encore tonight?
Good Friends, Good times, Good times, Good friends. Good Friends, Good Times…….

1, 2,3,4
Na, Na, Na, Na, You’ve danced all night, I’ve played to you. We’ve all had a goodtime tonight.
Oooh Yeah:

Solo:

Na, Na, Na, Na……..

 
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HARD YARDS  
(Copyright Ray Macartney)
 
When I think back, from the start, to when I was a kid and I was finding my way, always felt I had something to say, but back then,… it was all about the back yard.
 
Like all kids I went to school, to learn about life’s golden rules. Books and learning most discerning, found out fast,…. it was all about the hard yards.
 
Bully’s in the playground, played it hard to stand my ground, but sticks and stones never, broke my bones and all those names,…  they never hurt me.
 
“Played some footy at a, local club, kicked some goals like a forward should.
Got knocked around, so I left the ground, give it away,…. to much like the hard yards”.
 
At our place we had a bungalow, and I’d play my records on the stereo
 I’d sing along and I’d dream one day, I could play,… and record my own songs.
So I got me a guitar and a chord chart, wasn’t long before I made my mark, sore fingers and a raspy throat,(’ha’) but I was prepared,… to put in the hard yards.
 
 “Wasn’t long before I formed a band and we we’re playing covers, at the local dance.
Picking up gigs, extra weekend shows, before we new it,….we we’re achieving some hard yards.”
 
Then pen and paper guitar in hand, I was writing like I always planned, recording them like I dreamt about, those years ago, in the bungalow.
 
Now it’s, song lyrics and melodies and setting deadlines for my next release, I’ve dealt my cards and played them well, time will tell,…. I’ve put in the hard yards.
 
Chorus:  I’ve put in the, Har-hard, the hard yards; I’ve put in the har-hard, the hard yards, I’ve gained some, hard yards, from the very start….
 
 
Ooh, Hard yards. Ooh……….

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HISTORY’S  STAGE  
(Copyright  Ray Macartney) 
 
Mirrored images of faces past. 
Cast of thousands, leave their mark.
They played in their day on histories stage.
Their set on vinyl and CD’s today.
 
Chorus:
From history’s stage, from history’s stage, 

Remember the days.
 
Each have their own, beginning and end,
Ingredience of the, songs they blend,
They leave the songs that we all know.
Relive them again on the radio.
 
Chorus:
 
From an era, we grew up on,
Each to their own, their favorite songs.
I remember Countdown when I was young,
They played all the Anthems our number ones.
 
Chorus:

Solo:
 
They created their dreams that turned to gold.
They played out their souls and let them roll.
They ruled the airwaves while in their prime.
So play em again Sam, one more time.
 
Chorus:
From history’s  stage, from history’s  stage,
      
Remember the days.

 
 
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LEST WE FORGET OUR ANZACS
(Copyright Ray Macartney)
 
The scene 1915, boys barely men,
being summoned to sign up & fight.                         
Did their basic training, God knows what they thought;
There’d be a great adventure in sight                                                                                                                                  
Said their cheerio’s, it was time to go.
Left the hollowed shores of Australia.                                                                                                                  
Their orders they received, was to join the Kiwis& land
on the shores at GallipolIi was deemed a mistake,
as they charged from the waves;
Johnny Turk was waiting with full armoury.                                                                                                            
The cliffs were so high, as the bullets did fly,
young boys, cannon fodder, lay dying.  
                                                                                                                                                        
AS THEY PRAYED:
Please don’t lead me to die here Lord,
please don’t leave me to die. (Twice)

A truce was called to bury the dead that had fallen in the line of duty.
A respect was attained between the enemy that day,
as they mingled & exchanged cigarettes.
When the firing continued God knows what they thought,
it was a slaughter in bloody proportions.                                                                                                                      
AS THEY CRIED:
Chorus: (Twice)

There was eight months of fighting, when they finely withdrew,
the ANZACS licked their wounds& retreated.                                   
Good men lost their lives on both sides they died.
True comrades they lost in combat.
 The orders they obeyed, good men sent to their graves,
they were young; they were brave, in their dying. 
                                                                                                          
AND FROM BOTH SIDES THEY CRIED:

Good mates we’ve lost they’ve died here Lord,
good mates we leave behind.  
Good comrades we’ve lost they’ve died here Lord,
good comrades we leave behind.
Twas the Gallipolli campaign, the ANZAC name was born;
to this day we honour their memory. 
They were brave, they were young, they were somebody’s son.
Their lives cut short at Gallipolli.                    
And their legend lives on one hundred years have rolled on…. 
‘Lest we forget the ANZACS’ ….

Lest we forget the ANZACS……
We will remember them…. (Repeat)
 
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MAN ON A MISSION   
(Copyright Ray Macartney )
 
My songs define a lot about, who I am. But who knows where they’ll lead me in my life’s span.
If I put my shoulder to the wheel and roll the dice I play the deal.
Cause I’m a man of conviction, with a clear cut vision, with a steely resolve.
 
Well I remember back when I was just a boy, with my first guitar it was my pride and joy.
When I’d strum it up & down and when I played it made a sweet sound.
I became a man on a mission; with a clear cut vision, with a steely resolve.
 
Wrote my songs I took em out on the road. I sung em with passion expressing the lyrics flowed. Making the music sweet, to all the faces & people I’d meet.
 Chorus:
Solo: Ooh…Ooh man on a mission, (Repeat)
 
Well here I am at we’re I am now, with fire in the belly, as I only know how.
Making the music sweet, to all the faces and people I meet.
I’m a man on a mission, with clear cut vision; I’m a man on a mission, with a steely resolve. (Repeat)
 
Ooh…Ooh Man on a mission,
Ooh…Ooh Man on a mission.


 
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MAYBE TIME  
(Copyright Ray Macartney)
 
The tears that I cried in vain.
It saddens my mind, when I drift on back.
The gentle silence, of that wondrous face.  It’s locked in my mind.
 
CHORUS: I was drifting in a mist of grief and I pinched myself, that it’s all a dream. 
I was lost in tears, that fell like rain,
So maybe time can, heal the pain.
 
Inside our scars run deep, lost in emotion, what lies beneath.
We’re left with a stone, that, bears his name, he’s in our hearts.
 
CHORUS: We’re drifting in a mist of grief and we pinch ourselves, that it’s all a dream; we’re lost in the tears, that fall like rain. So maybe time can, heal the pain.
 
Some day we will meet again, in a special place,
We’ll find that wondrous face, questions of why, for those tears we’ve cried,   but until then.
 
We’re sifting through, this mist of grief and we
Pinch ourselves, that it’s all a dream. 
We’re left with the tears that fall in vain.
So maybe time will, relieve the pain
 
Solo:
 
Maybe time will heal the pain.
He’s in our hearts all the same, all the same.
 
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NOW AND THEN  
(Copyright  Ray Macartney)
 
My lady’s left me killing time made up her minds she’s leaving.
Packed her bags said I really got to go I guess she had good reason.
 
Threw my feelings to the wind but they all blew back again.
All the pain she’s left me in ifs and buts between now and then.
 
Spoke to her on the phone one day all those things I wanted to say, all those words left undone back and forth like a pendulum.
 
Threw my feelings to the wind, but they all blew back again, sang my songs to set her free now true love has come to me.
 
I think about her now and then, I wonder what she’s doing.
I guess it’s one thing I’ll never know unless by chance we meet again.
 
It’s so funny how things work out, time moves on and we’re worlds apart.
That’s just how our story goes, we were written apart I suppose.
I suppose.
 
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ONE WAY TICKET 
(Copyright - Ray Macartney / Chris Mustica / Kelvin Mustica)
 
I’m many miles from nowhere, got know place to go.
Bigger than the mountains, more trouble than you know.
Find it hard to settle any place at any given town.
Friends are hard to come by, had to leave them all behind.
 
CHORUS:
The last train headed north, I need a one way ticket to board,
The last train headed north to get my just rewards.
 
I walked on down the station to get my ticket to board.
The stations mans eyes revealed he’d seen my face before.
I pulled out a cigarette and asked him for a light,                                                                     
He drew the match in shaking and I hit him with all of my might.
I reached in for the money as he slid down to the floor.
Then I felt a gun and those words from once before.
 
The only ticket that you’re getting is a one way ticket to jail,
The only ticket that you’re getting is a one way ticket no bail
 
I sit with four walls closing around me, soaking up the anger that surrounds me.
The keys of freedom walk in time toward me.
Take another cigarette and ask him for a light.
He struck the match toward me and that fear came to his eyes.
 
CHORUS:
 
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OUT OF THE BLUE
(Copyright Ray Macartney)

I remember the daywhen Iheard you say, you won’t be back this way,
that you caught the traveling bug, you were off on a holiday.
Well I hope you find some peace of mind, in what you’re searching for, the beauty & the slender, of this world.

Chorus: 
Though I’ve known you for a short time.
I know it’s something you had to do,
but will you take my feelings, with you. 
Where you go & what you do,
I’ll be thinking of you, maybe someday you’ll come back……
out of the blue.


Each night when I look up into the sky & I see a shooting star,
I’ll be thinking you might see it, in the twinkle, of your eye. I hope you’ll be thinking the same as me,
it wasn’t all that bad, that that was our time together, in what we had.

Chorus:
Solo:

(Spoken) Maybe in time, there will be a day, when our paths will meet & we’ll come to understand together,
why our time was, bittersweet & the circle, will be completed, another chapter, in our life’s book,
a lot of questions will be answered & understood.

I only knew you for a short time,
I know it’s something you’ve had to do,
but will you take my feelings, with you.
Where you go & what you see,you know I’ll bethinking of you.
I’ll be here when you come back…… out of the blue.
I’ll be waiting if you come back……out of the blue.

 
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ROCK & ROLL BODY & SOUL
(Copyright Ray Macartney)

Who wants to rock, who wants to roll?
Who’s got the body that’s got the soul?
Whose got the will; to make a win, let’s make it happen, let’s begin.

Chorus:
Let’s rock, let it on roll.
Through your body, through to your soul.


Now who feels the rock, who feels the roll, through their body, through to their soul?
Who’s found the will to find a way, to make it happen, come on let’s play.

Chorus:
So who loves the rock, who loves the roll, who rocks their body, body & soul?
It’s all in the will; it’s all in the way, let’s make it happen without delay.

Chorus:
Solo:

Now you’ve found the rock, you’ve found the roll;it’s in your body,it’s in your soul.
You’ve found the will, you’ve found the way, your makin it happen,it’s all here today.

Chorus: (Twice)
So let it on rock, let it on roll.When you let it happen, It’ll rock body & soul.
 
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ROCKING GOOD COUNTRY
(Copyright Ray Macartney )

Well I’ve been playing those rockintunes; it seems like since day one.
Don’t need a reason to have a party time, when the folks are about having fun.

Chorus:
When it’s rockin good country, out in the country,
when it’s rocking good country, when you’re rocking your honey.


It’s all about the mood & the atmosphere, when the bands rocking loud & clear.
When your dancing in time with your honey intertwined & your about to find another gear.

Chorus:

Well it’s all about the now, when it’s party time & the crowds rockin out on the floor.
Then round about now, the guitarist lets go, are you ready, set, hit the solo…….

Solo:

Well I love to sing the blues & some good old country, some folk & a little old time.
But there’s nothing like the feeling of a rocking good tune, gets the crowd up& having a good time.

Chorus:

Now the years have flown by, but my oh my, I’m right where I want to be.
When I’m up on stage & the crowds all a rage, when their rocking it, rocking it, rocking their country.

Chorus:
When it’s rocking good country, when you’re out with your honey,
when it’s rocking good country, when you’re rocking it, rocking it, rocking the country, yeah.

 

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SHINING STAR  
(Copyright  Ray Macartney / Chris Mustica)  
 
Baby, I’ve been thinking about you, all the little things that you do.
From your head to your toes, you seduce me, sends a shiver down my spine.
You’re my Mona Lisa, my only Valentine, your leading me lady just say that you’ll be mine.
 
CHORUS:
You and your, sweet perfume, can’t help but stare across the room.
Tonight you’re shining, brighter than the moon.
 
You’re my, shining, shining star, can’t help wonder where you are,
Your leading me lady, show me who you are, every time,
I see you, you always tease my mind, your presence so enticing, just say that you’ll be mine.
Will you be mine, my shining, shining, star?

 
SOLO:
 
Just give me one small sign babe, give your heart to mine.
Just tell me, over well me, please me, so both our stars can shine.
 
I see you ever in my arms, do you see a way, reveal your feelings to me, with your heart today.
 
CHORUS:
 
You’re my, shining, shining star, can’t help wonder where you are.
Your leading me lady, show me who you are, every time,
I see you, you always tease my mind, your presence so enticing, just say that you’ll be mine.
Will you be my, shining, shining, star?



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SOMETHING ABOUT
(Copyright Ray Macartney)

There’s something about our Planet, there’s something about this land, there’s something about our spirit…..We’ve come to understand.
There’s something about the mountains, there something about the sea, there’s something about a view …… that’s there for us to see.

There’s something about our stars, there’s something about our skys,
There’s something about the seasons…… that money just can’t buy….

And there’s something about.

There’s something about music, there’s something about a song, there’s something about the hook…..you just want to sing along.
There’s something about love, there’s something about hate, there’s something about the contrast…… it’s a part of the human trait.

There’s something about a woman, there’s something about a man, there’s something about a child’s world……..
In its innocent wonderland…. 
And there’s something about.

There’s something about honesty, there’s something about integrity, there’s something about tolerance…….. Is it a possibility?
There’s something about a friendship, there’s something about trust, there’s something about an agenda……. being discussed.

There’s something about planting,
There’s something reaping, there’s something about the process…… in history repeating.

And there’s something about. (Three Times)

There’s something about you, there’s something about me, there’s something about perception……, in how we’re perceived.
There’s something about reason, there’s something about why, there’s something about meaning…..., it’ll come to you if you try.
 
 
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SOMETHING ABOUT AUSTRALIA 
(Copyright Ray Macartney)

There’s something about this country, there’s something about Australia, there’s something about the people,that makes us all Australians. You can travel the world and see the rest, when you return you’ll see we’re blessed. We live in this lucky country, Australia we call home.
We’re a multicultural nation, going about our business, working hard, living our dreams, making our success.Each to their own in what they do, whatever, they’re into. Making dreams a reality, causethat is what we do.

Chorus:
And there’s something about Australia, there’s something the Aussie’s.
The mighty land of opportunity; we are the land down under. 
And it’s a part of who we are, it’s a part of each and every one of us.
We’re apart of Australia and Australia’s apart of us.


People training everywhere, under the banner of the green and gold.
Each in their own field they play.Each have a common goal.
They take the weight of the nation, on their broad shoulders, in pursuit of the ultimate prize, to bring home the gold.

Chorus:
And there’s something about Australia, there’s something about the Aussie’s,
The mighty land of the green and gold that binds us all together.
And it’s a part of who we are, it’s a part of each and every one of us.
We’re apart of Australia and Australia’s apart of us…..


Every year on ANZAC day, we pause and remember.
Pay tribute to our Aussie diggers that have served our country proud.
They’re our Aussie legends that we never will forget.
Those that have paid the ultimate price‘Lest We Forget’

Chorus:
And there’s something about Australia, there’s something about the Aussie’s,
The mighty land of the green and gold that binds us all together.
And it’s a part of who we are, it’s a part of each and every one of us.
We’re apart of Australia and Australia’s apart of us…..

Together we are Australian and Australian’s are who we are.

 
 

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SWEET COUNTRY
(Copyright  Ray Macartney) 
 
Those, hard slogging years forming on my brow.
Funny how they go by I bet I know how.
Messing around, with any music I see.
It’s time to be recorded into history.
 
Chorus:
While, making, sweet country, priority one.
I’m making, this country, the road I’m on.
 
I’m tired of playing covers like a tribute band.
It’s about time I drew a line in the sand.
Country music is a way of doing it right,
So I’m making this country with all of my might.
 
Chorus: I’m making, sweet country, priority one
                 I’m making, this country, the road I’m on.
Refrain:
Well!  When in bad times I was doing it wrong.
Recording those songs, that didn’t respond.
Now I’m writing down to highway number one.
I’m getting back penning good country, where I belong.
 
Solo:
 
I’m playing this town, I’m here tonight, up on the stage, I’m under the lights.
I’m here to see, playing live and free,
Your response is what, means to me. 
 
Chorus:  Why, I’m making, sweet country, priority one.
                  I’m making this country, the road I’m on.
 
Refrain: Well! It’s about time I’ve seen the light.
I’m recording my songs with country copyright.
I’m writing down to highway number one.
I’m getting back penning good country, where I belong.
That’s making sweet country, priority one,
I’m making this country the road I’m on
I’m taking my country to number one.


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TIME OUT    
(Copyright  Ray Macartney) 
 
A big fish, a big catch, I’m on the beach, is we’re it’s at, sleepy days, holidays, nothing like it when you finally get to the,
 
Clear water, lots of sand, got all day, nothing planned, fresh air, rocking chair, that’s the business, when you’ve got time to.
 
Chorus:
Live it up, hair down, time out, from all the rushing around.

A break free, by the sea, I’ve taken time out for a holiday.
 
Morning walks, around the block, get the paper, its nine o’clock.
Head back, read the news, cook some breakfast, on the unit Barbie.
 
Then take a seat, by the pool, with umbrella, its nice and cool.
Get splashed, full blast, doesn’t matter, the suns gonna dry me off.
 
Chorus:
Solo
 
Sun glasses, sun hat, at the park with cricket bat, bowl the ball under arm, with the kids, it comes apart, when it’s,
 
Times up, go home, back to work, on the phone.
But I’ll be back here, rest assured, to have another stint of luxury.
 
Chorus: And we’ll……..
 
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TO ALL AUSSIE SINGERS
(Copyright Ray Macartney)

I’m just an unknown singer, so what would I know,
I’m singing my songs with an Aussie tone,
I ain’t no American clone. 
Where’s our melodic accent gone,
fallen for the American drawl,
you might think I’m but being eccentric,
but I’ve written this wake up call.
 
Is it a fad or an invasion, or is it here to stay.
Well I’ll be blowed if I know I keep hearing it on the radio. 
It’s one of those things that irks me, maybe it irks you to, let me know what you think, I’d be tickled pink.

Chorus:
Well I wonder what Slim would think,
I’ve got a fair idea.
Our country music’s in a bit of strife we’re losing our pioneers.
So let’s be proud Australians, Aussies through & through.
Let’s sing our songs with an Aussie tone & be proud & true blue.


Solo:

Well I hate to be controversial, but I need to speak my mind,
Let’s stand up for the Aussie way, with our accent defined.
I know in this world it’s each to their own.
May this song be a wakeup call?
To all my fellow Aussie singers, loose the American drawl.

It interest me that we can’t see,
that we’re losing our identity,
selling ourselves out short, is there any rationality.
We’re so caught up in commercialism, or is it sheep mentality, driven by the masses,
where’s our individuality.
 
Chorus:
Let’s sing our songs with an Aussie tone & be proud & true blue.


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TOGETHER AS ONE
(Copyright Ray Macartney)

I remember back before we met,
I knew there was someone for me and when we met,
I knew you were the one, there was something special about you.

And I remember the day, as the day, when I first had feelings for you.
When tomorrow had come, our future had begun, two hearts together as one.


I remember back, to our wedding day, when I first saw you walk down the aisle.
When we pledged our union, I realized, I could see the look in your eyes.

And I pledged on that day, be the day, the day, when I least love, you.
When tomorrow had come, our journey had begun, two hearts, together as one.


Solo:

Now we’ve made our home, we’re fulfilling our dreams and we’re blessed with our dear son.
He adds to our union, he is our joy and together we’re a family as one.

And the day he was born, our lives were transformed, it was the day we least loved him.
When tomorrow had come, our family had begun, three hearts together as one.

And I remember back, to the day, the day when I least loved, you.
Now the years have gone by, our loves justified, loving hearts together as one,
three hearts together as one, we’re a family together as one.



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WAY OF LIFE   
(Copyright Ray Macartney / Chris Mustica
 
Try to make life sweet, working days on the run,
scrimp and scrape to make ends meet,
Out here that’s a way of life.
 
CHORUS:
I’ve been running, I’ve been stumbling,
 just scrambling to get ahead.
So much straining, to make some gain in,
for a better way of life.
 
Can never think you’ve got it made,
floating markets can take it away.
A season gives and then it takes,
out here that’s a way of life.
 
CHORUS:
 
When the day is done, I lift my hat to the falling sun.
My eyes so heavy another job ahead.
 
CHORUS:
 
I’ve been running, I’ve been stumbling,
just scrambling to get ahead,
So much straining to make some gain in,
that’s my country and my way of life.

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WHAT THIS LAND IS ABOUT    
(Copyright  Ray Macartney / Anthony Tenace)
                              
I got to take some time out, to smell the roses,
I’ve got to get behind the wheel and hit the road.
I’m gonna hook up the caravan and I’ll, travel this land.
I’m gonna meet the people and share the spirit of, what, this land is about.
 
And when I hit the road, I’ll see, how far it goes.
where the crow flys, soaring, high and low.
All around this garden of Eden, I’ll see the seasons.
And see where the grass is greener, on the other side.
 
I want to get off the beaten track and go where no one goes.
I’ll mobilizes my four wheel drive, to see it, with my own eyes.
 
There’s a rainbow on the horizon, I’ll see where it ends,
I’ll search for the pot of gold and see, where the colours blend.
Maybe it’s over Ularoo, or maybe, Kackadoo,
or across the desert through the Pilbara,
I’ll drive there to.
 
Solo:
I want to go into bars and play my guitar, for the people.
And sing my songs and reflect the journey, that I’ve traveled so far.
All about this sunburn land, I’m sure they’ll understand.
As I meet the people, I’ll sing the spirit of, what this land is about.
 
I got to take some time out, to smell the roses.
I’ve got to get behind the wheel and hit the road.
I’m gonna hook up the caravan and I’ll travel this land.
I’m gonna meet the people and sing the spirit of, what this land is about. 
                             
As I meet the people, I’ll share the spirit of, what this land is about.
          
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WHO’S GONNA FEED THE WORLD, WHEN…….
(CopyrightRayMacartney)

People have their agenda’s, here’s another one ready to go. 
Who’s gonna feed the world when all the farmers grow old?
The grass has become greener on the other side, so the young leave in their droves, while all the farmers grow old.
Family farms everywhere working their land, father son the ultimate team, working to expand.
Times get tough the young man goes, leaving dad alone, so whose gonna do it all when the old man grows old?

Chorus: So who’s gonna take it on, does anybody know, who’s gonna feed the world when all the farmers grow old.
It’s all become too hard in the farmers backyard…., so who’d want to take it on, when all the farmers grow old.


Now dad is on his own, now the young man’s gone, left to work even harder like a dynamo.
Through droughts, plagues and floods and ever rising input cost, so who’d want to take it on, when the old man grows old?
Now farmers have always been price takers for what they get, every venture a gamble with the banks the safety net. 
But every year another year, seem to go into further dept. So who’d want to take the dept. on, this game of Russian roulette?

Chorus:         Solo:

Question any farmer he wouldn’t have it any other way, while he’s out there toiling, working night and day.
‘Just need a couple of good years, to get me back on my feet and my boy might come home, make the team complete’.

And the agenda of this ditty, is something we should know.
We need to nurture our young, before all the farmers grow old.
Food ain’t made in supermarkets it’s toiled from the land…., so can the young feed the world, when all the men grow old?
So who’s gonna feed the world when all the farmers grow old?



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WORDS OF WISDOM
(Copyright Ray Macartney)

Lately I’ve been thinking, what’s going on in this world.
A lot of good things happening, but it’s sad to think there’s bad. Bad as, as in our culture, as history repeats.
May we all dare to make a difference, what we sow we shall reap.

Chorus:
Well it all starts with the family& accountability.
We need to set their boundaries, teach respect & honesty.
Compassion & common courtesy & dependability….  manners & a work ethic & generosity.


Some are born to make a difference, for the, good in the face of bad.
While some born down right evil &are. stark raven mad. Some just want to live their life, incontented happiness.
While others live with aggression,their the, world’s greatest threat.

Chorus:

People have their agenda’s, be it, rightbe it wrong. 
The truth lies somewhere in the difference.
When we, feel the need to respond. 
Can we find some common ground, in this, world we all belong?
Being kind, being tolerant, heed the words in this song.

There are oh so many value words, like compassion & common sense.
Words that build our wisdom, our conscience & confidence.
Words like being grateful, for truth & family…..
Our destiny is in our hands. It’s our… responsibility…. Our destiny is in our hands. It’s our responsibility.
 

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WORKING DAY BLUES
(Copyright Ray Macartney)

If you want to kick the blues then I’ve got good news for you.
I know a place you can revive & feel brand new.
Where there’s sand sea & surf, you’ll find yourself in what it’s worth.
So take some time away from, your working day blues.

Chorus:
So what have you got to loose.
The choice is yours to choose.
Life too short to work it away.
So take some time for rest & play.


The days are long & the skies are always blue.
People are friendly & there’s always a barbecue.
Take a walk on the beach;you’ll never know who’ll you’ll meet,
on your holiday,  from the working day blues.

Chorus:

Solo:

You work away& it comes that time of year.
You feel you need a break, but the mind is not so clear.
Seems like it can’t be done, working days on the run,
can’t find a time or day, from your working day blues.

Chorus:

If you want to kick the blues then it’s all good news for you.
Take my advice & revive & feel brand new. You’ll find the sand sea & surf.
You’ll find yourself in what it’s worth. On your holiday from, your working day blues.
So take some time get away….. from your working day blues.

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