Tracks I Left Behind

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

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 wattle and leather 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