Tom: D D 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