Me and my big brother inherited what's left
When dad was worked into the ground and finally laid to rest
He was from a generation where nothing was replaced
He did his own repairs when things broke down around the place
When you can't afford a new one
You just try to make do
You tie it up with string and you patch it up with glue
You solder broken pieces and you pray that she'll be fine
And you hold the farm together with baling twine
WD40 and hay bale twine
They say necessity must be the mother of invention
I reckon dairy farming gets an honorable mention
It's screwdrivers in ignitions to get utes on the road
It's pumps that don't have drive belts that still run with pantyhose
When you can't afford a new one
You just try to make do
You tie it up with string and you patch it up with glue
You solder broken pieces and you pray that she'll be fine
And you hold the farm together with baling twine
WD40 and hay bale twine
When dad was here just making do was somehow just enough
Big business started moving in and bought our neighbours up
They replaced the little dairies with massive automations
And our little family business can't compete with corporations
When you can't afford a new one
You just try to make do
You tie it up with string and you patch it up with glue
You solder broken pieces and you pray that she'll be fine
And you hold the farm together with baling twine
WD40 and hay bale twine
When the rear diff on the John Deere went it was the final straw
My brother said 'I'm sorry, I can't take this anymore'
Now, it's 2am and he's been out the back since almost 9
I can't go out to the shed, I'm scared of what I'll find
Cause we can't afford a new one
And we tried to make do
But some things are just too big to fix with bits of string and glue
And even til the end my brother knew just how to find
One last way to fix it all with baling twine
I've been thinking about my brother
And of what I'd leave behind
And I'm tying little nooses with the baling twine