Rowdy

Riding hard, riding fast, always on the go.

This is just a drover's life, this is all I know.

Head 'em up, move 'em out, always on the run.

Got to make a few more miles before the setting sun.

Well, I've never had a love to call my own.

A poor drover's life is always alone.

Into every cattle town it's always been the same:

they think I'm just a saddle bum, they don't know my name.

I guess that I'm rough alright but I've never done no wrong.

This is just a lonely trail, oh Lord it seems so long.

I'm gonna leave someday, go far, far away.

And find me a home and love of my own.

When I find that little girl, and I will someday,

I'm gonna treat her kind and good, I'll change my rowdy ways.

Well, I've never had a love to call my own.

A poor drover's life is always alone.

And I'm gonna leave someday, go far, far away.

And find me a home and love, and love of my own.