Tracks I Left Behind

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