A few years ago I took a train ride up to Brisbane. On the train there was on old man of about eighty, he was a drover on the Diamantina River for about fifty years.
Capo 3
| G | D | Em |
| The faces in the | photograph have | faded |
| G | D | Em |
And I | can't believe he | looks so much like | me |
| Em | Bm | Am | Em |
For it's | been ten years | today, since I | left for old Cork | Station |
| Am | C | D | Em |
Saying " | I won't be | back till the | drovings | done" |
| C | G | D | Em |
For the | rain never | falls on the | Dusty Diaman | tina |
| Em | G | C | C | D |
And a | drover finds it | hard to change his | mind | | |
| Em | Bm | Am | Em |
For the | years have surely | gone, like the | drays from Old Cork | Station |
| Am | C | D | Em |
And | I won't be | back till the | drovings | done |
| G | D | Em |
| Well it seems like the | sun comes up each | morning, |
| G | D | Em |
| Sets me up then | takes it all | away |
| Em | Bm | Am | Em |
For the | dreaming by the | light, of the | campfire at | night |
| Am | C | D | Em |
| Ends with the | burning | by the | day |
| G | D | Em |
| Sometimes I think I'll | settle back in | Sydney |
| G | D | Em |
But it's | been so long it's | hard to change my | mind |
| Em | Bm | Am | Em |
For the | cattle trail goes | on and on, and the | fences roll | forever |
| Am | C | D | Em |
And | I won't be | back till the | drovings | done |
| Am | C | D | Em |
No | I won't be | back till the | drovings | done |
Created 2009 Aug 18 22:02
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