Ronald Beswick Blogspot

 COMBAT SOLDIER I knew a combat soldier  That fought abroad in world war two He told many stories A cold lager was his brew A man of integrity That worked for his keep Always paid his way For a good night's sleep He'd seen a lot of action Blood, Shock and Trauma So hard to explain A horror to remember  He never talked much About his time in New Guinea 118 men had died It was gruesome place to be I did hear happy tales About the Queensland outback A much nicer place Than the Kokoda Track He'd seen a lot of action Blood, Shock and Trauma So hard to explain A horror to remember  When it was time to Muster He and many were absent A Lieutenant searched the scrub Before  becoming arrogant Found him in a rowdy bar Where he pleaded not guilty They gave him a discharge He was then happy and free He'd seen a lot of action Blood, Shock and Trauma So hard to explain A horror to remember  Many years later He got a war service loan Raised a family In a working class zone...

 Praying for rain was written back in 2002. I also wrote music for it and may have recorded it somewhere, but I don't remember. I located the words, and I made some small changes. PRAYIN FOR RAIN I never thought I'd ever see the sky so blue On the day i passed through Dunedoo I was in a big truck When I stopped for an ice cream The locals were praying for rain Praying for rain, Praying for rain I never thought I'd ever have hallucinations On the day I passed through Wellington I seen a parrot in a boot When I stopped for some fuel Attendant was praying for rain Praying for rain, Praying for rain I never thought I'd ever have some time alone On the day I passed through Gulargambone I was near the river bank And I needed to pee Campers were praying for rain Praying for rain, Praying for rain I never thought I'd see a rock wallaby On the day I stopped at Mudgee I applied for a job Then had a head on With a preacher who was praying for rain