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Jim's been married a hundred years Though it feels that way sometimes Three kids and a lovely wife, They're the reason he survives A few thousand acres about fifty kilometres from town A lot of sun and not much rain But its like that all round Oh Jim you work so hard, You work too much You're letting go of your marriage And your kids are growing up So take the time, to watch your kids Go climbing that old gum tree Or running round the washing line And kiss your wife, she's still the same girl you met that balmy summer's night I know it can get hard in this busy life But you've gotta take the time Well this old place is going well But there's always jobs to do A fence down, sheep to crutch The bookworks overdue And you're wife keeps saying Can't we take a trip to town Letras de canciones Oh Jim drop the strainers Drop the phone What's the point of working hard If you're ending up alone? Time is money, blah blah blah You need to stop whil you can seem, before you go too far From Letras Mania