Just a saddle for my pillow and a blanket for my bed
A swagwrap underneath me and place to rest my head
With the bright stars up above me and the night sounds all around
Hear the tinkle of the horse bells before they're bedded down
Life then was pretty simple and my needs were very few
Just a good horse underneath me and the friends that I once knew
Though my clothes were worn and dusty and my boots down at the heel
I was always proud of what I was and it's still the way I feel
Down a stock route in the cold and rain, the heat, the dust and sand
Those old drovers don't exist no more and it's hard to understand
Hear the heavy roar of diesels of the road trains where we rode
there's no stock route where it used to be just a winding blacktop road
The stories those old timers told in the campfires eerie glow
Throwing shadows on their faces as they spoke in tones so low
Hear the howling of the dingoes and smell the gidgee after rain
Oh I'd give a lot to see and hear those old bush sounds again
But I've left it all behind me like a lot have done before
Our way of life's not good enough in this age of needing more
But the trusting hand of friendship in the old days was so real
I was always proud of what I was and it's still the way I feel yeah
Life then was pretty simple and my needs were very few
Just a good horse underneath me and the friends that I once knew
Though my clothes were worn and dusty and my boots down at the heel
I was always proud of what I was and it's still the way I feel.
