| It was back in '61 out on the Mitchell Run
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| Chasin' woolly cleanskins wild and free
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| Old Walter on the station
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| Nothin' much had changed
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| Just another day for Dick Drumduff and me
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| And I wonder what he’s doin' now today
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| Memories come drifting as I watch my children play
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| Do they still sing old time beneath the campfire trees?
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| Like we used to do, old Dick Drumduff and me
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| A native of Australia, a child of this land
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| A life of mustering cattle his to be
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| I met him there on Rothelbar when I was 21
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| And we hit it off, old Dick Drumduff and me
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| And I wonder what he’s doin' now today
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| Memories come drifting as I watch my children play
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| Do they still sing old time beneath the campfire trees?
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| Like we used to do, old Dick Drumduff and me
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| Like we used to do, old Dick Drumduff and me
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| We drove cattle to Mungana and railed 'em at the yards
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| Then strolled down to the pub to have a spree
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| Around the hissing carbide lights we swapped a yarn or two
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| Yeah, we had good times, old Dick Drumduff and me
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| And I wonder what he’s doin' now today
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| Memories come drifting as I watch my children play
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| Do they still sing old time beneath the campfire trees?
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| Like we used to do, old Dick Drumduff and me
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| And I wonder what he’s doin' now today
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| Memories come drifting as I watch my children play
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| Do they still sing old time beneath the campfire trees?
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| Like we used to do, old Dick Drumduff and me
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| Like we used to do, old Dick Drumduff and me
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| Yeah, we had good times, old Dick Drumduff and me |