WAY OUTBACK ON THE CATTLE TRACK.

WAY OUTBACK ON THE CATTLE TRACK.



I live in country widespread, every hundred miles a homestead,
Seems a long way from one's neighbour, but it's just a cooee call.
Friends will run, and on the double, if there's any sign of trouble
And a helping hand is offered to a mate by one and all.

The Cow Cockie, he will battle, as he tries to raise his cattle
Through the hardships of the drought with wife and fam'ly by his side.
Our harsh country will not beat him and the weather won't defeat him
For he has one shining attribute - that Great Australian Pride.

Some big city folk would crumble if they lived in homes so humble
No modern trims and fancy things where the land can be so rough.
Though he battles drought and flood, the land is ever in his blood,
And he loves this wide vast country that has made him strong and tough.

Call it bush or call it outback, or call it off the beaten track,
When you leave the coast the country is a desolate brown land.
And all those who choose to live here, reap much more than what they give here,
For the freedom from the rat race of the city life is grand.

"And the bush hath friends to meet him, and their kindly voices greet him
In the murmur of the breezes and the river on its bars,
And he sees the vision splendid of the sunlit plains extended,
And at night the wond’rous glory of the everlasting stars. " ***

And when all life is over for this rugged Australian drover,
He will lay forever 'neath the stars they call The Southern Cross.
And the cattle that he's tended and the fences that he's mended,
Will be the true blue legacy left to those who grieve his loss.



Stanza 5 "borrowed" from the poem
***Clancy of the Overflow by Andrew Barton (Banjo) Patterson***






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