text: From the sunburned plains of far-off North Australia
  Came a fella born to ride the wide, brown land
  Oh, he grew up runnin wild
  But soon, by all, was styled
  As the countrys greatest-ever drovin man
  Oh, his legend rode the winds from Broome to Darwin
  They loved and loathed him right from end to end
  For when the drover gave his heart
  To a girl whose skin was dark
  From that day on, he was no white mans friend
  So goes The Drovers story, youll hear it near and far
  And in the end, its all hell ever own
  It says, The outcast is a free man
  If he sleeps under the stars
  Makes the blanket of the southern skies his home
  Then they called him up to fight for Mother England
  In a far-off war that spilled his brothers blood
  Inside the jaws of Hell
  Where both his brothers fell
  He just watched his faith in man die in the mud
  There was no heros welcome for The Drover
  Just a country that had turned its back on him
  When he came home from the war
  His sick wife, they were not pure
  They let her die for the colour of her skin
  So goes The Drovers story, youll hear it near and far
  And in the end, its all hell ever own
  It says, The outcast is a free man
  If he sleeps under the stars
  Makes the blanket of the southern skies his home
  The Drover is a man of constant shadows
  Haunted by his pain, his past, and name
  For every mile he rides
  What he cannot hide
  Is the longing in his heart to love again
  So goes The Drovers story, youll hear it near and far
  And in the end, its all hell ever own
  It says, The outcast is a free man
  If he sleeps under the stars
  Makes the blanket of the southern skies his home
  Makes the blanket of the southern skies his home
  His home