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Johnny Stewart, Drover Written by Chris Buch
CThe mob is dipped, the drive is started Gout They're leaving Rockland's dusty sheds behind Cthem The whips are cracking and the drovers Gshout Along the Queensland stock-roads you will find Cthem
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 CHORUS
COn the banks of the DmGeorgina and Gdown the DiamanCtina AmTo where the grass is greener, Gdown by New South Wales CJohnny Stewart's Dmroving with Gmobs of cattle Cdroving AmHis life story Cmoving down Gmiles of dusty Ctrails
  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 CHORUS 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 CHORUS 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 CHORUS