Big Gulf Rivers - Slim Dusty

How I long to return to the gulf land

Where I rode with the Campbells years ago

Where the Mitchel grass is growing

And the south wind is blowing

To the land where the big guff rivers flow

When the stock went overland

And with bronco ropes we’d brand

And the pack horses followed us around

We would sleep beneath the stars

And eat beneath the Coolibahs

Our dampers cooked in a hole dug in the ground

The tailers tail the horses

Along the water course

And brought them to the camp by break of day

As the morning star was rising

We’d be saddled up and riding

To muster up the fats to send away

How I long to return to the gulf land

Where I rode with the Campbells years ago

Where the Mitchel grass is growing

And the south wind is blowing

To the land where the big guff rivers flow

Instrumental

We would muster on the plains

Without the help from aeroplanes

There was no drafting yards or loading ramps

And we’d hold them in a mob

Whilst the Campbells did his job

We’d draft them on the open cattle camp

We would take them up the river

To the place where we deliver

And watch them on the boundry overnight

In that cold and windy weather

We would hold that mob together

And hand them to the drover at first light

How I long to return to the gulf land

Where I rode with the Campbells years ago

Where the Mitchel grass is growing

And the south wind is blowing

To the land where the big guff rivers flow

Big rivers you know Charlie big gull rivers