Back in the Saddle

Oh it’s great to be back in the saddle
with my hand on the rough bridle rein
There are wild scrubbers out there to muster
and calves to be branded again
A man doesn’t know that he’s wealthy
till his wages are gone on a spree
and he once more returns to the bushland
where the beauty of nature is free
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Oh, it’s great to be back on the station
and to ride near the clear western skies
where the red dingo howls from the ridges
to his mate as he sees me ride by
As day time surrenders to night time
and horse bells are tinkling so sweet
Oh I dream with my dog by the campfire
and my happiness is complete
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Oh, it’s great to be back on the home run
from this life I will ask nothing more
for my home is the wild rugged bushland
and I’ll never walk out through the door
As I lay back at night in my blanket
and gaze at the bright starry dome
Oh, I thank the Almighty in Heaven
for giving me such a fine home
Oh it’s great to be back in the saddle
with my hand on the rough bridle rein