In a road close to me, the sight of the Drover.
An old man with a pipe,
Looking over your shoulder.
Swinging from a tree,
Wonder what made him do it.
When I go to sleep,
I get the smell of the smoke now.
I get the smell of the smoke now.
He lives in the past, but times gone too fast,
The ghost of the Drover reminds us at last,
In the Smoke now,
In the Smoke now.
Don't be scared of the dark,
Don't be scared of his presence.
He'll appear from afar,
I've been told it's not pleasant,
Swinging from a tree,
Wonder what made him do it.
When I go to sleep,
I get the smell of the smoke now.
In the smoke now.
In the smoke now.
I get the smell of the smoke now.
I get the smell of the smoke now.
He lives in the past, but times gone too fast,
The ghost of the Drover is coming at last
In the Smoke now,
In the Smoke now.