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INTRO 
 
 
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By a warm electric heater, 
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In a softly padded chair, 
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In a lounge room brightly lighted 
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By a glowing chandelier. 
         
Since my early days of drovin', 
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The years have taken toll. 
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But I somehow miss my swag wrap, 
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By a fire of Gidgee coal. 
 
 
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When I wake from sleep each morning 
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And ring my bedside bell, 
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The maid brings me my breakfast, 
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And she fills my pipe as well. 
  
There are cakes and sweetened coffee, 
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On a tray of sparkling gold. 
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But I miss black tea and damper, 
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By a fire of Gidgee coal. 
 
 
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INSTRUMENTAL 
 
 
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I'm driven out each evening 
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By a chaffeur spruce and neat, 
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Through the flowered parks and gardens 
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And the crowded city streets. 
 
But I drift back through the ages, 
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While the big car softly rolls. 
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To a stock route and a wagonette, 
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And a fire of Gidgee coal. 
 
 
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I attend all social parties 
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In the rich parts of town. 
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Drinking wine from fancy glasses 
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As the waiters go their rounds. 
 
But I'd rather share a bottle 
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With those drovin' mates of old. 
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In a pair of dusty moleskins, 
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By a fire of Gidgee coal. 
  
Yes I'd rather share a bottle 
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With those drovin' mates of old. 
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In a pair of dusty moleskins, 
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By a fire of Gidgee coal.