8 AND 6 ROSTER
I’ve worked at the mines,
For most of my life...
Eight days away,
From the kids and the wife...
Twelve hours a day,
Sunrise to sunset...
You’re out in the mine,
Raising a sweat...
Life at the camp,
Has its up and its downs...
There’s plenty of mates,
As well as some clowns...
The tuckers not bad,
You’ll get used to the taste...
As you shovel it down,
But just watch your waist...
Then off to the laundry,
To wash my work clothes...
Just throw in quick mate,
Or the bar will be closed...
Now thats out the way,
You might be feeling a bit blue...
So its off to the bar,
For a beer with the crew...
Where you can spin a good yarn,
Or a quick a game of pool...
But they all drawn the line,
When you act like a tool...
You might share a room,
With some other bloke...
So don’t fart in bed,
You could cause him to choke...
Then fly out day comes,
And there’s a smile on your face...
As your cross shift arrives,
And you pick up the pace...
Won’t be long now,
We’ll be on our way home...
As I spray on the Brut,
And give the old hair a quick comb...
It’s a two hour flight,
I wouldn’t miss it for quid’s...
Time spent at home,
With the missus and kids...
But it won’t last for long,
Six days in a row...
And it’s back on the plane
To outback we go...
This eight and six roster
is not bad at all...
I’m counting the days,
To my fly out day falls !
Len Newey 2011