Back To The Saltbush Plains

Throwin' off these city clothes,
Goin' where the gidgee grows,
Headin' for a western cattle run,
Leave my sweetheart, catch a train,
Headin' for the saltbush plain,
Way out toward the settin' sun.
My restless heart has been tied down,
By a girl in Bart town
I’m goin' gonna throw the sliprails wide,
Let my wild emotions out,
What a cooee, what a shout,
As I wake a firey from his hide.
I wanna let my voice go free,
A reckless gallop through the trees,
Hard upon a racin' scrubbers trail
Hear the timber 'round me break,
Feel the saddle leather quake,
As I down the scrubber by the tail.
I wanna boil my battered port,
Wanna hear the stock horse snort
Hear the dingos howling mournfully
Hear a thousand cattle stamp,
As they rush from their night camp,
All that noise is music now to me.
I’m throwin' off these city clothes,
Goin' where the gidgee grows,
Headin' for a western cattle run,
Leave my sweetheart, catch a train,
Headin' for the saltbush plain,
Way out toward the settin' sun.