The Diamondtina Drover

	  		(intro) Dm Em Dm G Am C F G

            C                    G                     F            G
    The faces in the photographs are fading,
       Am                      C                          F
    I can't believe he looks so much like me.
           G            Am                     Em            Dm                     Am
    For it’s been ten long years today since I left for old Cork Station,
               Dm  Em          F                 G         Am
    saying,  I   won't be back till the drove is done.

              F              C                Dm               Am
For the rain never falls on the dusty Diamantina,
        Dm                Em                          F
the drover finds it hard to change his mind.
  G           C                        Em                  F                             Am
For the years have surely gone like the drays from old Cork Station,
       Dm  Em          F                  G         Am
and   I    won't be back till the drove is done.

         C                     G                               F             G
    It seems like the sun comes up each morning,
     Am                       C                 F         G
    sets me up, then takes it all away.
        Am                  Em             Dm             Am
    Dreaming by the light of the campfire at night,
     Dm   Em         F      G              Am
    ends with the early light of the day.

              F              C                Dm               Am
For the rain never falls on the dusty Diamantina,
        Dm                Em                          F
the drover finds it hard to change his mind.
  G           C                        Em                  F                             Am
For the years have surely gone like the drays from old Cork Station,
       Dm  Em          F                  G         Am
and   I    won't be back till the drove is done.

( Dm Em Dm G Am C F G )

             C                       G                    F              G
    I sometimes think I'll settle back in Sydney,
          Am                              C                              F
    it's been so long and it's hard to change your mind.
      G         Am                 Em                   Dm               Am
    For the cattle trail rolls on and on, the fences last forever,
           Dm  Em          F                       G         Am
    and    I   won't be back when the drove is done.

              F              C                Dm               Am
For the rain never falls on the dusty Diamantina,
        Dm                Em                          F
the drover finds it hard to change his mind.
  G           C                        Em                  F                             Am
For the years have surely gone like the drays from old Cork Station,
       Dm  Em          F                  G         Am
and   I    won't be back till the drove is done.

( Dm Em Dm G Am C F G ) (2x)