Paddy William

Said he was born on Marble Bar, been a drover all his life With his old dark skin, a wrinkled grin, grandchildren and a wife He drove cattle through to Camel Wheel and up the Isa too And his old eyes shone of the days long gone and the mates, he knew Well I met him there, in Turkey Creek as he sat in a four-wheel drive I was glad to find his mind was sharp and the memories still alive Of the droving days and the stockyard camp when he rode at the boss' side Well he'd been a ringer all his life on the western side Oh Paddy William is his name And droving was his game But a thousand miles on the outback trails is a long, long way from home Oh Paddy William is his name And droving was his game But a thousand miles on the outback trails is a long, long way, from home Well he looked so old and weary as he proudly spoke his name His old eyes shone like beacons when he talked of the droving game He said he was born on Marble Bar, been a drover all his life With his old dark skin, a wrinkled grin, said he loved the life And I guess he's still in Turkey Creek, near the hills of Misty Blue And I hope his dreams of the Cattle Run, all come true And I hope he finds a horse so fine to carry him away And on the droving run, he'll be number one Like the good old days Oh Paddy William is his name And droving was his game But a thousand miles on the outback trails is a long, long way from home Oh Paddy William is his name And droving was his game But a thousand miles on the outback trails is a long, long way, from home So if your driving through the Kimberleys or around the Isa way, You might see him slowly riding with a big mob on the graze He'll be tall and straight don't hesitate, just call out his name Just say g'day there Paddy William, how's the droving game? Oh Paddy William is his name And droving was his game But a thousand miles on the outback trails is a long, long way from home Oh Paddy William is his name And droving was his game But a thousand miles on the outback trails is a long, long way from home