Lyrics
I believe in what I do and what I say
Those who disagree can look the other way
My views expressed, I stand by ever strong
My appetite I feed with a ballad song
I have always loved the magnets of the land
The seasons and her mood I understand
Mate-ship and the camps through cattle dust
I was wealthy with corned beef and amber crust
Traveling through the bush with pack or swag
Stock-whip spurs, cald pot and a saddle bag
Saddling up the first grey streaks of dawn
The cattle rush and frightening clash of horns
Blending colours of a fast receding sun
Reflections of the day and a good job done
Out there in the never was my address
Hard work and weary limbs but never stress
I believe in what has always been my life
Oh, the draft of happy times from those of strife
Somewhere, somehow we chose our axe to grind
My pleasures came from tracks I left behind
Oh, the smell of wattle, leather and gidgee scrub
A bogie in a bore drain wringer's tub
Some go through life unhappy but resigned
I believe there's gold in tracks I left behind