Pickin on Murray - John Williamson

The regulars turn up every year

With the Wife and Kids and picking gear

Some will try it and give it away

You’ve got to be tough enough to stay

Well Molly rolls up in the caravan

With another kid and dear old man

Mike strolls in, we give him a tease

Old socks wrapped around his knees

Dust up your nose

Flies in your face

Cuts and bruises all over the place

Smoko at last, find some shade

Dream of Friday fully paid

No time now for a second cup

Heads all down and bottoms up

If your legs are sore

Give them a rub

And dream about the Wentworth Club

Yes, It’s picking time down on the Murray

Some real steady

Some in a hurry

Everyone’s into it

Watch the gun pick

No time for whingeing when you’re quick

With ragged knees and aching backs

Monotonous buckets, Monotonous racks

Monotonous heat, monotonous grapes

Fading batteries, monotonous tapes

Now the Sunraysia Blockies are a marvellous crew

They treat us all to a BBQ

With grapes all picked

We drink a beer

To the dear old friends we’ll see next year