Dick Drumduff And Me - Slim Dusty

It was back in '61 out on the Mitchell Run

Chasin' woolly cleanskins wild and free

Old Walter on the station

Nothin' much had changed

Just another day for Dick Drumduff and me

And I wonder what he’s doin' now today

Memories come drifting as I watch my children play

Do they still sing old time beneath the campfire trees?

Like we used to do, old Dick Drumduff and me

A native of Australia, a child of this land

A life of mustering cattle his to be

I met him there on Rothelbar when I was 21

And we hit it off, old Dick Drumduff and me

And I wonder what he’s doin' now today

Memories come drifting as I watch my children play

Do they still sing old time beneath the campfire trees?

Like we used to do, old Dick Drumduff and me

Like we used to do, old Dick Drumduff and me

We drove cattle to Mungana and railed 'em at the yards

Then strolled down to the pub to have a spree

Around the hissing carbide lights we swapped a yarn or two

Yeah, we had good times, old Dick Drumduff and me

And I wonder what he’s doin' now today

Memories come drifting as I watch my children play

Do they still sing old time beneath the campfire trees?

Like we used to do, old Dick Drumduff and me

And I wonder what he’s doin' now today

Memories come drifting as I watch my children play

Do they still sing old time beneath the campfire trees?

Like we used to do, old Dick Drumduff and me

Like we used to do, old Dick Drumduff and me

Yeah, we had good times, old Dick Drumduff and me