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.