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I'm a ringer from the top end 
                          A 
Where ya gotta know your job 
 
And what you're doin' each day 
 
On 2 million acres you bet 
                      D 
Ya have to earn your pay 
        
If ya wanna take it on 
                                      G       Em 
There's one thing that shouldn't be forgotten 
 G                 A 
Nobody can do the job  
                        D 
Like a ringer from the top end 

 A                       
Out on the fence line swallowing dust 
 E  
Blood on my hands from the barb 
  
Hoping that rogue bull won't see the hole 
 A  
Before they get him in the yard 
       D                            
But I get a funny feeling in the middle of my back 
 G                               Em 
Sure enough he's coming like a train down the track 
 G                              A 
That's when nobody else moves faster 
                             D 
Than the springer from the top end 

 D 
I'm a ringer from the top end  
                      A 
Where ya gotta muster 3 thousand head in a day 
                                                D 
Move 'em to the yards and water them at end of day 
 
It's not the sort of job you'd take       
                          G      Em       
If you're looking for a soft one              
 G                             A          
But ya take a kinda pride in saying  
                       D 
I'm a ringer from the top end 

 A                               
Well I roll out my swag 'neath the boab tree 
 E 
And then I'm out like a light 
 
Dreaming about those girls in town 
 A 
Next thing it's broad daylight 
 D 
No time to dream of what might have been 
            G                         Em 
I'm in a dirty bull catcher with the mustering team 
 G                            A 
I better keep my mind on the job 
                               D 
'Cause I'm a ringer from the top end 
 
 G                        A 
And nobody does the job better 
                         D 
Than a ringer from the top end