Back Where I Belong

Gonna load up the Jeep and ride for a week and maybe even more
I pine again for the open plain and my old stock mates of York
I’ve had my taste of the city race
to them I feel all wrong
and the old bush calls like a mother calls
back where you belong
and there’s holes and stones on the road back home but that don’t bother me
it jar and jolt may rattle the bolts
but rattle the blues from me
So when the sun comes up in a few days time
where the plains are wide and long
I’ll be way out where a man can shout
back where I belong
(yodels)
Instrumental
I’ll meet old Ned at the station shed
and pick up the gear I need
then I’ll stamp for the outer camp
with the boys I’ll share a feed
where the air is clear
once again I’ll hear
a good old bushman’s song
In the last fire’s glow
once again I’ll know
back where I belong
Now the wind may blow through the brigalow
and the rain may howl and fall
and the flies may swarm as the days are warm
won’t trouble me at all
I’ll be back to the strife and the kind of life
you take it as it comes along
In the saddle seat in the dust and heat
back where I belong
(yodels)