When I was young Lawson told me a story
About a rose of Australia sun browned and strong
And he spoke of the hard times and the struggles of this mother
As she raised up her children on her own while he was gone
Blarst me If I ever go droving
Damn me if I fall in love and then leave
For I know it’s not right to turn the woman I love
Into the drovers wife
Now as I grew my father he was a salesman
And many’s the time he spend weeks on that road
And I think of the hardship and the struggles of my mother
As she raised up us children on her own, while he was gone
Blarst me If I ever go droving
Damn me if I fall in love and then leave
For I know it’s not right to turn the woman I love
Into the drovers wife
Now I’m a man and I’m putting bread on the table
And I’m touring the country seldom I’m home
And I think of my wife oh the love of my life
How she’s raising our children on her own, while I am gone
Blarst me If I ever go droving
Damn me if I fall in love and then leave
For I know it’s not right to turn the woman I love
Yes I know it’s not right, I’ve turned the woman I love
Into the drovers wife
