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letra de kobus le grange marais - david kramer

kobus le grange marais lyrics
well he sways on his stool in the station bar
and he calls for a short white wine
and he knocks it back and he sheds a tear
when he d-mns the party line
and he talks to himself, and he blocks his ears
when the tired old locos shunt:
“way back in ’48 we said
die koelie uit die land
en die kaffir op sy plek, we said
the poor white wants his share
oh they put me in my place, all right,”
said kobus le grange marais

“i was all my life a railwayman
i was all my life a boer
and there’s none unkinder
than a man’s own kind
i’ll tell you that’s for sure
well i fought in the o.b. till i was caught
and i sweated my guts in the camp
for the bombs i threw
and the bridges i blew
and here’s what i get for thanks
for the turning wheels took off my legs
i’m not going anywhere
but downhill all the way from here,”
said kobus le grange marais
“it was dop and dam and a willing girl
when we were young and green
but jewish money and the easy life
are the ruin of a boereseun
oh he disappears into the ladies’ bar
he’s never seen again
where women flash their thighs at you
and drink beside the men
and he sits there with moffies and piepie-jollers
and he primps his nice long hair:
you’d take him for an englishman,”
said kobus le grange marais

“now the meddling ghost of reverend phillip
he haunts us once more –
his face is pressed to the window-pane
and his knock rattles the door;
from slagtersnek to sonderwater
he smears the boers’ good name;
and god is still a rooinek god
kommandant op koffiefontein:
and if what i hear about heaven is true
well it’s a racially mixed affair;
in which case, ons gaan kak da’ bo,”
said kobus le grange marais
“now the times are as cruel
as the big steel wheels
that carried my legs away;
oudstryders like me
are out on our necks
we stink like the scum on the a vlei;
and the white man puts the white man down
the volk are led astray;
there’ll be weeping at weenen once again
no keeping those impis at bay;

and the tears will stream
from the stony eyes
of oom paul in pretoria square:
cause he knows we’ll all be poor whites soon
said kobus le grange marais

yes, the tears will stream
from the stony eyes
of oom paul in pretoria square:
cause he knows we’ll all be poor whites soon
said kobus le grange marais

- david kramer

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