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