(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)