the drover is being pushed out
and the old tracks are seldom
This song is dedicated to the drovers of yesterday,
and to the last of the great
which begins at Lake Nash
in western New South Wales.
I was born in the saddle,
born into a life I'll never leave.
will always be the only life for me.
I've ridden every stock route in the land
From the canning to the birdshole track,
I know them like the back of my hand
They call me Georgina's son,
the last one in a long proud family line
comin' back to ride the old track
From Lake Nash to the Blackstump,
this run's for the sake of old Lang's eye
The Georgina's son is comin' back
to see the old girl one last time
I have seen me some changes
in fifty years of fifteen miles a day
trying to take my life along the way
And I'm still in the saddle,
still trying to settle down
Stirred up by the distant roar
Another duffer out to get my job
They call me Georgina's son
The last one in a long proud family line
Comin' back to ride the old track
From Lake Nash to the Black Stump
This runs for the sake of auld lang syne
Cos Georgina's son's coming back
To see the old girl one last time
From Lake Nash to the Black Stump
This runs for the sake of auld
Georgina's son's coming back