Tracks I Left Behind (Travellin' Still... Always Will, 2002)
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, Her seasons and her mood I understand Mateship and the camps through cattle dust, I was wealthy with corned beef and damper crust
Travellin' through the bush with packhorse swags, Stockwhips, quartpot and a saddlebag Saddling up the first grey streaks of dawn, The cattle rush in a 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 stressed.
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I believe in what has always been my life, Oh the draught of happy times from those of strife Somehow somewhere we chose our axe to grind My pleasures came from tracks I left behind
Oh the smell of leather and wattle and gidgee scrub A bogey in a bore drain a ringers tub Some go through life unhappy but resigned I believe there's gold in tracks I left behind.