INTRO By a warm electric heater, In a softly padded chair, In a lounge room brightly lighted By a glowing chandelier. Since my early days of drovin', The years have taken toll. But I somehow miss my swag wrap, By a fire of Gidgee coal. When I wake from sleep each morning And ring my bedside bell, The maid brings me my breakfast, And she fills my pipe as well. There are cakes and sweetened coffee, On a tray of sparkling gold. But I miss black tea and damper, By a fire of Gidgee coal. INSTRUMENTAL I'm driven out each evening By a chaffeur spruce and neat, Through the flowered parks and gardens And the crowded city streets. But I drift back through the ages, While the big car softly rolls. To a stock route and a wagonette, And a fire of Gidgee coal. I attend all social parties In the rich parts of town. Drinking wine from fancy glasses As the waiters go their rounds. But I'd rather share a bottle With those drovin' mates of old. In a pair of dusty moleskins, By a fire of Gidgee coal. Yes I'd rather share a bottle With those drovin' mates of old. In a pair of dusty moleskins, By a fire of Gidgee coal.