I tumbled into life.. out on the western line A simple gathering of melody and rhyme Written down and twicked a bit Ink pen on manuscript Little town Little song Lookin' for somewhere to belong Sat in a bureau drawer Pulled out then performed For a governor and mayor A low clock scratched me down Next mornin' we left town And he was hummin' as we rode And I wondered where we'd go On and on round and round Far and wide am I bound I'm a gift I'm a drifter Always wondering free On and on like the wind I am home I am friend And you'll always be as close As a whisper to me Some shear is headin' south Sang me to Jackie How First time he ever shoved a hundred in a day I rode the silver rails I crossed the mountain trails They sing my story from the cave to Morton Bay And send me on my way On and on round and round Far and wide am I bound I'm a gift I'm a drifter Always wondering free On and on like the wind I am home, I am friend And you'll always be as close As a whisper to me As Private Monroe gentle sang I floated over no mans land I've seen the tears Of countless lonely sons I've crossed the raging seas Wound up in symphonies Was there in victories Been song on bended knees Of just some notes and verse Nothing more and nothing less You find me at the stock camp As their passin' out the rum Out near where I'm from On and on round and round Far and wide am I bound I'm a gift I'm a drifter Always wondering free On and on like the wind I am home, I am friend And you'll always be as close As a whisper to me On and on with this swag And an old tucker bag Singing who'll come a Waltz'n matilda With me!