Slim Dusty Back Home Where I Belong Letras:
Gonna load up the jeep and drive for a week
And maybe even more,
I pine again for the open plain
And my old stock mates of yore,
I've had my taste of the city race
To them I feel all wrong
And the old bush calls like a mother calls,
Come back where you belong.

And there's holes and stones on the road back home,
That don't bother me,
Each jar and jolt may rattle the boat
But rattle the blues from me.
And when the sun comes up in a few days time
When the plains are wide and long,
I'll be way out where a man can shout,
Back where I belong,

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[Yodel and Instrumental]

I'll be your man at the station shed,
To pick up the gear I need,
Then I'll stamp for the other camp,
With the boys I'll share a beer
Where the air is clear once again I'll hear,
A good old bushman song,
In the log fires glow once again I'll know,
Back where I belong.

Now the wind may blow thru the brigalow,
And the rains may howl and fall,
And the flies may swarm if the days are warm
don't trouble me at all,
I'll be back to the strife and the kind of life
And just take it as it comes along,
In the saddle seat in a dust stampede
Back where I belong.
[Yodel]

[From his album: "Songs From the Cattle Camps"
Transcribed: Marten Busstra 2009]
Letras: Back Home Where I Belong Slim Dusty [final]