Eyes met, cross room,
Sense of foreboding and impending doom,
She said “Hey honey, you’re not my type,
Don’t look like you done a day’s work in your life.”

I said, I am a man, of work and toil,
I plough the depths of the deep red soil,
I move mountains, make waters boil,
I plough the depths of the deep, deep, deep red, deep, deep, deep red soil.

She’s shocked, I’m not surprised,
Don’t think I ever told such big lies,
Ain’t raised a finger, I don’t know how,
Ain’t gonna start to learn anytime now.

I am a man, of work and toil,
I plough the depths of the deep red soil,
I move mountains, make waters boil,
I plough the depths of the deep, red soil,
And I was crushed beneath the wheels of progress,
The rust sets in but the tool is well oiled,
I am a man, I am a man of work and toil,
I plough the depths of the deep, deep, deep red,
Deep, deep, deep red soil.

Yeah, yeah and she, she’s my saviour,
Twenty-four years of back-breaking labour, hey, hey,
She’s my saviour,
Twenty-four years for real bad behaviour, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, she’s my saviour,
Twenty-four years of back-breaking labour, hey, hey,
Twenty four years.

She’s got powers, she’s got slaves,
I’ll be working for the rest of my days,
No more whiskey, no more wine,
No other women on company time.

I am a man, of work and toil,
I plough the depths of the deep red soil,
I move mountains, make waters boil,
I plough the depths of the deep, red soil,
And I was crushed beneath the wheels of progress,
The rust sets in but the tool is well oiled,
I am a man, I am a man of work and toil,
I plough the depths of the deep, red soil,
Deep red soil, how I work, how I toil, oh and I plough,
The deep red soil, how I work, how I toil.

Oh and I plough, Deep red soil,
How I work, Work and toil,
How I plough, Deep Red soil,
How I work, How I work and I toil.

Deep red soil, How I work,
Work and toil, How I plough,
Deep red soil, How I work,
How I work and I, How I work and I toil.