Rowdy

Riding hard, riding fast, always on the go.
This is just a drover's life, this is all I know.
Head 'em up, move 'em out, always on the run.
Got to make a few more miles before the setting sun.
Well, I've never had a love to call my own.
A poor drover's life is always alone.
Into every cattle town it's always been the same:
they think I'm just a saddle bum, they don't know my name.
I guess that I'm rough alright but I've never done no wrong.
This is just a lonely trail, oh Lord it seems so long.
I'm gonna leave someday, go far, far away.
And find me a home and love of my own.
When I find that little girl, and I will someday,
I'm gonna treat her kind and good, I'll change my rowdy ways.
Well, I've never had a love to call my own.
A poor drover's life is always alone.
And I'm gonna leave someday, go far, far away.
And find me a home and love, and love of my own.