Run Bull Run
Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2020 10:48 am
Authors note:
In1969 I was introduced to Joe in Katherine NT.
Joe gave me a job with his bull catching crew, who
were using short wheel base Toyota 4x4’s,
catching scrub bulls on Elsey station
Run Bull Run
(By Alan McCosker 1983 revised 2019)
Run bull run or you’ll get done
engine screamin’ oh what fun
through the anthills ‘cross the creek
right on his tail in our old green jeep
Big Joe drives like he’s possessed
old tojo roarin’ she’s the best
hold on tight lads here we go
we’ll lose him if we go too slow
gun that engine turn that wheel
then we’ll drop right on his heel
down a cog Joe up the slope
watch that bloodwood, holy smoke
Steady boys he’s nearly done
swing her wide Joe here he comes
knock him down mate knock him flat
out you go lad here’s a strap
tie him to a tree boys quick
there’s more about so let’s be slick
if they cross that bloody creek
we dare not follow it’s too deep
Now we’re off like a scalded cat
cor! strike me blue the front tyres flat
that’s it boys we’ve done our dash
if we keep goin’ we’ll just crash
I guess we’ll stop and have a brew
we’ve done alright, we’ve got a few
tomorrow mornin’ we’ll come back
tonight they’ll come back to this flat
Sittin’ ‘round the camp fire bright
I watch the stars most every night
my thoughts roll back across the years
back to those early pioneers
would Clancy leave his favourite hack
and come with us to work contract
and climb up in our iron horse
to chase the scrubbers of the north
Run bull run or you’ll get done
engine screamin’ oh what fun
through the anthills ‘cross the creek
right on his tail in our old green jeep
In1969 I was introduced to Joe in Katherine NT.
Joe gave me a job with his bull catching crew, who
were using short wheel base Toyota 4x4’s,
catching scrub bulls on Elsey station
Run Bull Run
(By Alan McCosker 1983 revised 2019)
Run bull run or you’ll get done
engine screamin’ oh what fun
through the anthills ‘cross the creek
right on his tail in our old green jeep
Big Joe drives like he’s possessed
old tojo roarin’ she’s the best
hold on tight lads here we go
we’ll lose him if we go too slow
gun that engine turn that wheel
then we’ll drop right on his heel
down a cog Joe up the slope
watch that bloodwood, holy smoke
Steady boys he’s nearly done
swing her wide Joe here he comes
knock him down mate knock him flat
out you go lad here’s a strap
tie him to a tree boys quick
there’s more about so let’s be slick
if they cross that bloody creek
we dare not follow it’s too deep
Now we’re off like a scalded cat
cor! strike me blue the front tyres flat
that’s it boys we’ve done our dash
if we keep goin’ we’ll just crash
I guess we’ll stop and have a brew
we’ve done alright, we’ve got a few
tomorrow mornin’ we’ll come back
tonight they’ll come back to this flat
Sittin’ ‘round the camp fire bright
I watch the stars most every night
my thoughts roll back across the years
back to those early pioneers
would Clancy leave his favourite hack
and come with us to work contract
and climb up in our iron horse
to chase the scrubbers of the north
Run bull run or you’ll get done
engine screamin’ oh what fun
through the anthills ‘cross the creek
right on his tail in our old green jeep