Karaoké By the Fire of Gidgee Coal Slim Dusty

By a warm electric heater and a softly padded chair

In a loungeroom brightly lighted by a glowin' 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 mornin' and I ring the bedside bell

The maid brings in my breakfast and she fills my pipe as well

There are cakes and sweetened coffee on a tray of sparklin' gold

But I miss black tea and damper by a fire of Gidgee coal

I am driven out each evenin' by a chauffeur 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 the town

Drinkin' 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