He was standing in the rubble of an old house outside Resembool

When some on the scene reporter stuck a camera in the face of that young man.

He said "Tell the folks please mister, what are you gonna do

Now that this fire has taken all that's dear to you."

The young man just smiled and said, "Boy let me tell you something, this ain't nothing."

He said, "I lost my daddy, when I was two years old,

That cave-in at the Youswell mine left a big old hole,

And I lost my baby brother, my best friend and my right hand

In a no win situation in a place called Drachma.

And back years I watched my loving mom, of thirty years waste away and die

And I held her hand 'til her heart of gold stopped pumping,

So this ain't nothin'."

He said, "I learned at an early age,

There's things that matter and there's things that don't.

So if you're waiting here for me to cry,

I hate to disappoint you boy, but I won't."

Then he reached down in the rubble and picked up a photograph

Wiped the dirt off of it with the hand that he still had

He put it to his lips and said, "Man, they were something.

But this ain't nothin'."

He said, "I lost my daddy, when I was two years old,

That cave-in at the Youswell mine left a big old hole,

And I lost my baby brother, my best friend and my right hand

In a no win situation in a place called Drachma.

And back years I watched my loving mom, of thirty years waste away and die

And I held her hand 'til her heart of gold stopped pumping,

So this ain't nothin'."

"This ain't nothin' time won't erase,

And this ain't nothin' money can't replace.

He said, "You sit and watch your loving mom thirty years fighting for her life

Then you hold her hand 'til her heart of gold stops pumping.

Yeah boy that's something,

So this ain't nothin'.

No this ain't nothin'.