The Drover

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



Credits
Writer(s): Clayton Saunders
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