The Droving Days

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I was out at Coonamble    on a business trip
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tired ,  hungry    and dry in the lips
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I went past the sale-yards and   spotted a mate
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I pulled in to see him     just for old time sake

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He was after a yearling   that he hoped could run
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in all the bush races     for money and fun
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Well I was only there   for a yarn of course
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but I found myself staring     at an old drover’s horse

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He had a rough bush saddle      and a single rein
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laid across      his tangled mane
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He brought up   the memories    that no-one could raise
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as he took me back    to the droving days
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as he took me back    to the droving days

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Well my mind wandered off      for most of the day
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then I finally heard    the auctioneer say
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‘Well give me ten dollars and he’s in the bag ,
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only ten dollars    for this worthless nag”

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Well I put in my bid      for a sense of shame
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for God only knows     why I felt his pain
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He had a busted knee   and a broken pride
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so I’ll  take him home     for his final ride

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In a rough bush saddle     and a single rein
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laid across      his tangled mane
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He brought up   the memories    that no-one could raise
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as he took me back    to the droving days
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as he took me back    to the droving days

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Well now he’s wandering      fat and sleek
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on a lucerne flat     at Halfway Creek

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And though he scarcely   a trot can raise
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he still takes me back      to the droving days

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In a rough bush saddle     and a single rein
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laid across      his tangled mane
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He brought up   the memories    that no-one could raise
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as he takes me back    to the droving days
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he still takes me back    to the droving days

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