Johnny Stewart, Drover (Chris Buch) The mob is dipped, the drive is started out They're leaving Rockland's dusty sheds behind them The whips are cracking and the drovers shout Along the Queensland stock-roads you will find them Droving ways have been like this for years No modern ways have meant their days are over The diesel road trains cannot know the steers Or walk them down like Johnny Stewart, drover On the banks of the Georgina and down the Diamantina To where the grass is greener, down by New South Wales Johnny Stewart's roving with mobs of cattle droving His life story moving down miles of dusty trails The cook is busy by the campfire light Above a fire a billy gently swinging The mob is settled quietly for the night And Johnny's riding softly around and singing Johnny doesn't spend much time in town Impatient for the wet to be over Most of the year he's walking cattle down The stock roads are home for Johnny Stewart, drover On the banks of the Georgina and down the Diamantina To where the grass is greener, down by New South Wales Johnny Stewart's roving with mobs of cattle droving His life story moving down miles of dusty trails Dawn will surely find another day Sun still chasing moon, never caught her The morning light will find them on their way Another push to reach the next good water On the banks of the Georgina and down the Diamantina To where the grass is greener, down by New South Wales Johnny Stewart's roving with mobs of cattle droving His life story moving down miles of dusty trails They're counted in now, Johnny's work is done And fifteen hundred head are handed over It's into town now for a little fun And a beer or two for Johnny Stewart, drover On the banks of the Georgina and down the Diamantina To where the grass is greener, down by New South Wales Johnny Stewart's roving with mobs of cattle droving His life story moving down miles of dusty trails JN oct96
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