Back To The Saltbush Plains - Slim Dusty

Throwin' off these city clothes,

Goin' where the gidgee grows,

Headin' for a western cattle run,

Leave my sweetheart, catch a train,

Headin' for the saltbush plain,

Way out toward the settin' sun.

My restless heart has been tied down,

By a girl in Bart town

I’m goin' gonna throw the sliprails wide,

Let my wild emotions out,

What a cooee, what a shout,

As I wake a firey from his hide.

I wanna let my voice go free,

A reckless gallop through the trees,

Hard upon a racin' scrubbers trail

Hear the timber 'round me break,

Feel the saddle leather quake,

As I down the scrubber by the tail.

I wanna boil my battered port,

Wanna hear the stock horse snort

Hear the dingos howling mournfully

Hear a thousand cattle stamp,

As they rush from their night camp,

All that noise is music now to me.

I’m throwin' off these city clothes,

Goin' where the gidgee grows,

Headin' for a western cattle run,

Leave my sweetheart, catch a train,

Headin' for the saltbush plain,

Way out toward the settin' sun.