Drover From The Outback

There’s an old man in the corner, looked all crippled up to me
I wondered where he’d come from, what his leathered face had seen
He could hardly hold his head up straight, and his hands he couldn’t bend
But I know there’s more than meets the eye, this old man was a friend

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He was a drover from the outback, North Queensland he knew well
But the time had come, he had to move to the city, he did tell
He was trapped inside a worn out shell, but his mind was free to roam
The country that he loved so much, the bush he called his home


In his checkered shirt and faded jeans, an old hat always worn
It was time to say goodbye, he knew his riding days were gone
So he left some verses on a page, his story they did tell
Of days gone by, of dreams he’d had, of places known so well

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In his prime he could ride a bronc, and pull down any steer
A stockman with his rope and spurs and a hat made up his gear
You should have seen him ride all those years ago
Would have been a sight to see
But he’s left us now, Col Campbell, he was a mate to me

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Yes he’s left us now, Col Campbell, but his memory lives on