The Born To Travel Man

The lust of the wander in him is still strong In any one town he feels he don't belong He has shorn in the big shearing sheds in the wide brown country And many more places for him for to see, A book on his travels some author may write He has worked in many an urban building site Does not stay anywhere long for to become well known The born to travel man has a mind of his own In his latter twenties still in his life's prime He works hard and drinks hard in his work free time The women he has made love to in numbers do grow But of any children he has fathered he does not seem to know Surrounded by flat paddocks bare looking and brown In his ute on the roadway to the next big town.