One True Game lyricsOn Portrait - The Very Best of John Schumann (2002) and Gelignite Jack - The John Schumann Collection (2007)
One True Game (John Schumann) One True Game I'm truckie, I'm a wharfie, I'm the girl who cuts your hair; I'm a mother, I'm a father, I'm the old man over there. And Friday night to Sunday, We lay it all aside - And arm to arm and heart to heart we raise this mighty cry… 100,000 voices and a million shining eyes This is our country's one true game And the footy ground's on fire And Australia's sons and daughters, under wide Australian skies Win or lose, we're back again, to claim the winner's prize… We were here at the beginning And we'll be here at the end, Running with a three goal breeze Or kicking against the wind. It's more than just a game to us, You're more than just a team And when the final siren goes, we'll show you what we mean … Life's a game of footy And it never goes to plan You can run into the empty space Try to throw your tag… You've got both eyes on the scoreboard As you're running for the ball And you feel your heart is bursting and you're just about to fall … you hear 100,000 voices and a million shining eyes This is our country's one true game And the footy ground's on fire And Australia's sons and daughters, under wide Australian skies Win or lose, we're back again, to claim the winner's prize… |