Return of the Stockman

I've got my old quart pot and my saddle bag, I've got my Willoughby spurs and I've rolled my swag I've got my old guitar and a ticket on the west bound train, Yes I feel at ease in my stockman suit, In my curly hat and my high heeled boots In a day or two I'll be back on the golden plain Well I came to the city for to have some fun From the lonely bush and the blazing sun ButI'm going back now and forever I'll remain There's a cute little girl whose eyes will shine When I get back there, I'm gonna make her mine And we'll settle to peaceful life on the golden plan I can hear the train coming down the line And there's a musical note in the whistle and whine And I'll soon be back in the mustering camp again With red hide reins tugging my hands On a big camp horse ggonna be so grand When a mickey makes a brak from the mob on the golden plain