Camooweal Medley: Now I'M Easy / By A Fire Of Gidgee Coal / Camooweal / Hey True Blue

For nearly sixty years, I've been a Cockie
Of droughts and fires and floods and droughts I've lived through plenty
And this country's dust and mud it has seen my tears and blood
But it's nearly over now, now I'm easy

I married a fine girl when she was twenty
She died while giving birth when she was thirty
No flying doctor then, just a gentle old black 'gin
But it's nearly over now, now I'm easy

The city folk these days despise the Cockie
They say with subsidies and dole, we've got it easy
But there's no drought or starving stock on a sewered suburban block
But it's nearly over now, and now I'm easy
But it's nearly over now, and now I'm easy

By a warm electric heater and a softly padded chair
In a loungeroom 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

I attend all social parties in the rich parts of the 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
In a pair of dusty moleskins by a fire of Gidgee coal

Should ever I go back to Camooweal
'Twould be in the spring when desert flowers bloom
Oh, the spinifex I know would still be there
And the desert pea would brighten up the gloom

Should ever I go back to Camooweal
One thing is sure I'd not be twenty-two
As on that day when I first wandered there
But mem'ries stay with me as mem'ries do

Oh the burning fire of that other spring
Is now but ashes and the hurt won't heal
Time heals all wounds they say, but leaves the scar
So I think I'll not go back to Camooweal
Time heals all wounds they say, but leaves the scar
So I think I'll not go back to Camooweal

Hey True Blue, don't say you've gone
Say you've knocked off for a smoko
And you'll be back la-ater on
Hey True Blue, Hey True Blue

Give it to me straight, face to face
Are you really disappearing
Just another dying race
Hey True Blue, Hey True Blue

Hey true Blue, is it me and you
Is it Mum and Dad, is it a cockatoo
Is it standin' by your mate when he's in a fight
Or just Vegemi-ite
Hey true Blue, I'm a-asking you
True Blue