D  A  E  A

     A
By a warm electric heater,
     D
In a softly padded chair,
                          A
In a lounge room brightly lighted
     E             A
By a glowing chandelier.

Since my early days of drovin',
    D
The years have taken toll.
                      A
But I somehow miss my swag wrap,
     E              A
By a fire of Gidgee coal.


       A
When I wake from sleep each morning
    D
And ring my bedside bell,
                      A
The maid brings me my breakfast,
        E                A
And she fills my pipe as well.

There are cakes and sweetened coffee,
     D
On a tray of sparkling gold.
                         A
But I miss black tea and damper,
     E              A
By a fire of Gidgee coal.

A  D   A  E  A

    A
I'm driven out each evening
     D
By a chaffeur spruce and neat,
                               A
Through the flowered parks and gardens
        E            A
And the crowded city streets.

But I drift back through the ages,
          D
While the big car softly rolls.
                       A
To a stock route and a wagonette,
      E              A
And a fire of Gidgee coal.    A
I attend all social parties
       D
In the rich parts of town.
                         A
Drinking wine from fancy glasses
       E                A
As the waiters go their rounds.

But I'd rather share a bottle
           D
With those drovin' mates of old.
                   A
In a pair of dusty moleskins,
     E              A
By a fire of Gidgee coal.

Yes I'd rather share a bottle
           D
With those drovin' mates of old.
                   A
In a pair of dusty moleskins,
     E              A     D  A  E  A
By a fire of Gidgee coal.