There's a track winding back
To an old-fashioned shack
Along the road to Gundagai
Where the blue gums are growing
And the Murrumbidgee's flowing
Beneath a sunny sky
Where my daddy and mother
Are waiting for me
And the pals of my childhood
Once more I will see
Then no more will I roam
When I'm headed right for home
Along the road to Gundagai
There's a track winding back
To an old-fashioned shack
Along the road to Gundagai
Where the blue gums are growing
And the Murrumbidgee's flowing
Beneath a sunny sky
Where my daddy and mother
Are waiting for me
And the pals of my childhood
Once more I will see
Then no more will I roam
When I'm heading right for home
Along the road to Gundagai
There's a track winding back
To an old-fashioned shack
Along the road to Gundagai
Where the blue gums are growing
And the Murrumbidgee's flowing
Beneath a sunny sky
Where my daddy and mother
Are waiting for me
And the pals of my childhood
Once more I will see
Then no more will I roam
When I'm headed right for home
Along the road to Gundagai

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