The Drover Lyrics

Three am like clockwork he opens his eyes

This weather-beaten drover dusts off his Levis

Camp oven tucker damper and billy tea

An excellent horsemen and tough as can be

Musters the livestock 2500 strong

The journey ahead 1000 miles long

Adjusts his Akubra gives a wry grin

A bushmen's life is all he knows

The drover is an Australian icon

Sleeping in his swag rising at dawn

Walking the mob across wide open plain

Battling droughts and floods over rugged terrain

Covered in outback red soil and dust

A drovers life muster or bust

Sheep stringing along the gunnedah trails

Nothing to see but flat land and wooly tails

Puffs on his cigarette in thoughtful expression

Joins his mates in the lean-to for a tall tale session

Sings to the flock to maintain a quiet hush

A sudden noise or dingo howl could start a rush

Long dry stretches for months on end

It's a hard and lonely life

The drover is an Australian icon

Sleeping in his swag rising at dawn

Walking the mob across wide open plain

Battling droughts and floods over rugged terrain

Covered in outback red soil and dust

A drovers life muster or bust

Saddle sore and weary to the bone

He thinks about his wife and children home alone

The drover is an Australian icon

Sleeping in his swag rising at dawn

Walking the mob across wide open plain

Battling droughts and floods over rugged terrain

Covered in outback red soil and dust

A drovers life muster or bust

A drovers life is a pleasure

That townsfolk would never know