The Wave Hill Track

E E B7 E B7 E My thoughts have often wandered to the days that have gone by A E F# B7 When I was drovin' bullocks across the Murranji E A E Oh-ho-ho, they told me in the Isa, just a short time back A E C7 E That no more walking bullocks came down the wave hill track. B7 E B7 E Instead of dusty stock routes, beef roads have been put through A E F# B7 And the transports do the droving we drovers used to do E A E Oh, instead of dusty stockmen with their quart pots on the boil A E B7 E They have thermos flasks and overalls soaked in grease and oil E B7 E B7 E A E B7 E B7 E B7 E They don't use bells and hobbles these trucks don't run that way A E F# B7 They just pull back a lever and they sit there night and day E A E There's no more use for windmills to water the traveling mob A E B7 E It only takes a billy full to drew the drover’s job B7 E C7 E They don't take loads of tucker like we drovers used to do A E F# B7 A loaf of bread and tin of jam will feed the transport crew E A E Oh, imagine the old-time drovers with their whiskers blowing back A E C7 E Steering a giant Leyland down the wave hill track E B7 E B7 E A E B7 E B7 E C7 E But I think we'll best forget it for the trucks now take our place A E F# B7 And the whiskery faced old drover is just a dyin' race E A E So, we'll leave it to the transports and the men with oil and grease A E B7 E Forget the old road drover and may he rest in peace E B7 E B7 E My thoughts have often wandered to the days that have gone by A E F# B7 When I was drovin' bullocks across the Murranji E A E Oh-ho-ho, they told me in the Isa, just a short time back A E C7 E That no more walking bullocks came down the wave hill track. C7 E E Down the wave hill track