She walks like her old man,
overactive and thin
She laughs at all the same things
that make her father grin
She is only fifteen,
no brothers in her clan
And her father calls her
Sidy, his right -hand man
She 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 sidey,
his right -handed man
But the boys in the town today
are turning their heads
Is that really sidey, that tomboy kid of
Ted's?
She used to kick the footy
when every race we ran
Ted knew the world was changing for his
right -handed man
You won't find her in the kitchen and
she won't make a bed
She'd rather make a sheep crate
with a welder in the shed
Or just be out there in the bush
doin' what she can
Just bein' with her father,
his right -hand man
And her mother takes her shopping,
it's time she bought a dress
Lookin' 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 sidey,
his right -hand man
And the boys in the town today
are turning their heads
Is that really sidey, that tomboy kid of
Ted's?
She used to kick the footy
when every race we ran
Ted knew the world was changing for
his right -hand man
Yeah, her father loved his sidey,
his right -hand man