D A E A Intro A By a warm electric heater, D In a softly padded chair, A In a lounge room brightly lighted E A By a glowing chandelier. Since my early days of drovin', D The years have taken toll. A But I somehow miss my swag wrap, E A By a fire of Gidgee coal. A When I wake from sleep each morning D And ring my bedside bell, A The maid brings me my breakfast, E A And she fills my pipe as well. There are cakes and sweetened coffee, D On a tray of sparkling gold. A But I miss black tea and damper, E A By a fire of Gidgee coal. A D A E A Instrumental A I'm driven out each evening D By a chaffeur spruce and neat, A Through the flowered parks and gardens E A And the crowded city streets. But I drift back through the ages, D While the big car softly rolls. A To a stock route and a wagonette, E A And a fire of Gidgee coal. A I attend all social parties D In the rich parts of town. A Drinking wine from fancy glasses E A As the waiters go their rounds. But I'd rather share a bottle D With those drovin' mates of old. A In a pair of dusty moleskins, E A By a fire of Gidgee coal. Yes I'd rather share a bottle D With those drovin' mates of old. A In a pair of dusty moleskins, E A D A E A By a fire of Gidgee coal.