From the archives - GUMBOOTS TO GLORY

GUMBOOTS TO GLORY

Cliff Young was a farmer

A young man at 61,

He toed the line with the best of them,

For the Sydney to Melbourne run,

The critics said he had no chance,

‘Cause the pros know all the tricks,

But they didn’t bank on the big heart,

Of the shuffler from the sticks.

(Chorus) I am just a farmer,

He told the cheering throng,

As he ran the line in Melbourne,

Proving we can all be strong,

But it won’t turn his head,

I am just a farmer,

That was all he said.