brendon walmsley – last of the big gun drovers lyrics
lock was just a lad the day he rode to charleville
to join his brother on a cattle drive
growing up comes quicker to a boy who’s thrown in deep
and has to learn the hard way to survive
across the mulga country a thousand head to keep
he took the mob to where the gr-ss was greener
broken bones and cattle rushes, round them up again
swim them ‘cross the flooded diamantina
chorus
he’s the last of the big gun drovers
taken over by the cattle trucks and trains
a pioneering hero, along the outback trail
a legend in the stockman’s hall of fame
he never looked for trouble but when it came his way
he’d learned to stand for what he knew was right
well folks would lay their money down and when lock
walked away
he’d left the other bloke a sorry sight
rode the brumbies to a standstill no other man could
tame
knew just how to break those outlaws in
and earned a reputation, a rider of renown
who wouldn’t let the wild horses win
chorus
it’s all he’s ever wanted, it’s all he’s ever known
riding in that saddle- the place that he called home
chorus
he’s the last of the big gun drovers
and there’ll never be another quite the same
a pioneering hero, along the outback trail
a legend in the stockman’s hall of fame
he’s a legend in the stockman’s hall of fame
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