Where is the glory when war is won 
A man hits the bottle and belts his son 
So I ran away to the cattle run 
Where I learned to fight and swallow rum 
And I learned to go bare foot you see 
Just like an Aborigine 
For one of their tribe belonged to me 
The prettiest girl in the Kimberley 
But I could not marry the girl I adore 
Black and white was against the law 
They chain you up to a Boab tree 
For kissing an Aborigine 
But a ringer's heart is immune to pain 
A bull rips your leg and you carry on 
You grit your teeth and you cry alone 
And ride for a week 'till the poison's gone 
But me and my dog we're not alone 
The pension provides us with beef and bone 
I've given up driftin' and drinking rum 
We're up and about before the sun 
And I can still quarter a beast in a dash 
Have your freezer full of spare ribs in a flash 
And I still dream of the one for me 
The prettiest girl in the Kimberley