Slim Dusty – Cattle Camp Crooner (Guitar)

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I was raised on a farm where our lives were calm

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In a land of honey and cream

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As a boy I played in the summer time shade

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By the banks of the old Nulla streams

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Many years have gone since I left that home,

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Gum juice still runs in my veins,

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I'm just an old Australian cattle camp crooner,

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Why should I ever change,

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Why should I ever change.

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They say my dad was a bit of a lad,

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They called him Noisy Dan

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Of the hustle of a noisy town.

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He could rattle off tales in the stockyard rails,

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Of the wild old life he's had,

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I'm just an old Australian cattle camp crooner,

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Following me dear old dad,

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Following me dear old dad.

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Now I've got mates in every state,

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I've been all over this land,

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When it's cold I hit the road

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And head for Darwin or Cairns.

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Some fogies say for livin' this way,

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I must be out of my mind,

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I'm just all Australian cattle camp crooner

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One of the wandering kind,

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One of the wandering kind.

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Don't mind a smoke or a drink with the blokes,

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When day is over and done

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I'm proud to be in this land of the free,

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And to live my life in the sun

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I don't wear chaps or a curled up hat

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My clothes are simple and plain,

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Why should I ever change,

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Why should I ever change.

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Now I've reached the state that nears old age,

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I soak up everyone's praise

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I brag to the young of the things I've done,

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Way back in the batting days.

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And when I leave this place for the chosen race,

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And head for the heavenly range,

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Why can't he ever change, (Oh no no)

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Why should I ever change,

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Why should I ever change

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Why should I ever change,

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Why should I ever change.