Johnny Stewart, Drover
Written by 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
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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
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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
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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
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