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Tom Curtain - Bucket Baby Lyrics

[Verse 1]
People 'round here call me the Bucket Baby
I suppose there's a story to tell
How my mother and I just barely survived
In the loneliest part of the world
It was an eight-day ride with the baby inside
In the land of the Boab tree
And the journey starts when we left Mt Hart
In the Western Kimberley

[Verse 2]
Well, my father was a drover of shorthorn cattle
Up to Wyndham or out to Broome
And it's a hell of a life for a drover's wifе
Or if a baby comes too soon
So on the back of a horse, three rivеrs to cross
At the tail end of the dry
Cicadas humming, wet season's coming
Life's just a roll of the dice

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 3]
Well, in Derby town, we made it somehow
But it went from bad to worse
With no help about, I wasn't coming out
And this town only had one nurse
Now with some luck about, well, they cut me out
But they thought I was stillborn
So they threw me in a bucket, until I made a ruckus
Just to prove them wrong
[Verse 4]
Well, they flew my mother to Carnarvon to recover
I was alone for the next six weeks
Where only the milk from a Black wet nurse
Could help this baby sleep
Now in a saddle bag, where we rode on back
You'd be wondering just what for
When home's just timber, corrugated iron
And a red ant bed floor

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 5]
In the Wunaamin Millwundi Ranges
I grew up wild and free
With my father gone and my mother not strong
Well, the Blacks pretty much raised me
With the Ngarinyin Mob, well, I learnt a lot
How to live on and love this land
And they made it known, I was one of their own
In ways I still can't understand

[Verse 6]
Well, I've lived, I've learned, and I later returned
Many years from that troubling start
Just trying to find my family
That I had there at Mt Hart
But time marched on and they were all moved on
Far from their history
With no thought about, just scattered throughout
That Western Kimberley
Where the people still call me Bucket
For there's a past that you can't outrun
But I found old Maisy, the woman who raised me
And she just called me Son
[Outro]
Now we move so fast but acknowledge the past
For there's a history we can't outrun
She never called me the Bucket Baby
She just called me Son
No, Maisy never called me Bucket
She just called me Son