She walks like her old man, over active and thin
She laughs at all the same things, that make her father grin
She's only 15, no brothers in her clan
And her father calls her Cydi, his right hand manShe can drive a tractor, or curse a useless dog
Shear a sheep, strain a fence or cut a nine foot log
She was meant to be a boy, it didn't go to plan
But her father loves his Cydi, his right hand manBut the boys in the town today are turning their heads
Is that really Cydi, that tomboy kid of Ted's?
She used to kick the footy, win every race we ran
Ted knew the world was changing, for his right hand manYou won't find her in the kitchen, she won't make her bed
She'd rather make a sheep grate with a welder in the shed
Or just be out there in the bush doing what she can
Just being with her father, his right hand manAnd her mother takes her shopping, it's time she bought a dress
Looking in the mirror, "Not bad" she must confess
But I'd rather have that pair of jeans and boots if I can
She's still her father's Cydi, his right hand manAnd the boys in the town today are turning their heads
Is that really Cydi, that tomboy kid of Ted's?
She used to kick the footy, win every race we ran
Ted knew the world was changing, for his right hand manYeah her father loved his Cydi, his right hand man
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RandomLyrics to songs I like I don't care if you read it or not. They're my favourite songs , but if you'd like to read them go ahead