But his missus kept a green stick
He rarely left his sunken bed
in the breeze way out the back
His only job was split the wood
or the missus whip would crack
Now the woman was a mighty cook,
The station kids, black and white,
were allowed to call her mum
For big slabs of bully beef
Some of the men were bachelors,
It didn't worry the station cook,
she'd feed the bloody lot
With a huge pot of strong tea
Now the station pet was a
You could pat him on the head
He'd never seen a sale yard
I tried to take his picture
With a stockman and a gin
But they faded into the scenery
with a drought -resistant grin
To the famous brunette races
they'd head off for the fun
Where the beer flowed like a river
there was coke and Bundy rum
The station boys were favourites
The townies weren't prepared
to risk another broken jaw
Some of the men were bachelors,
It didn't worry the station cook,
she'd feed the bloody lot
With a huge pot of strong tea
It's the last of the outback stations
of the Northern Territory
I hope it won't be swallowed up
And fade into the heat haze