Back Where I Belong - Slim Dusty

Gonna load up the Jeep and ride for a week and maybe even more

I pine again for the open plain and my old stock mates of York

I’ve had my taste of the city race

to them I feel all wrong

and the old bush calls like a mother calls

back where you belong

and there’s holes and stones on the road back home but that don’t bother me

it jar and jolt may rattle the bolts

but rattle the blues from me

So when the sun comes up in a few days time

where the plains are wide and long

I’ll be way out where a man can shout

back where I belong

(yodels)

Instrumental

I’ll meet old Ned at the station shed

and pick up the gear I need

then I’ll stamp for the outer camp

with the boys I’ll share a feed

where the air is clear

once again I’ll hear

a good old bushman’s song

In the last fire’s glow

once again I’ll know

back where I belong

Now the wind may blow through the brigalow

and the rain may howl and fall

and the flies may swarm as the days are warm

won’t trouble me at all

I’ll be back to the strife and the kind of life

you take it as it comes along

In the saddle seat in the dust and heat

back where I belong

(yodels)