There’s a ^Gtrack winding ^B7back to an ^Emold ^Cfashioned ^Gshack Along the ^A7road to ^D7Gunda^Ggai Where the ^Cblue gums are growing, and the ^GMurrumbidgee’s ^E7flowing Be^A7neath that sunny ^D7sky Where my ^G7daddy and mother, are ^Cwaiting for me And the ^E7pals of my childhood once ^A7more I will see^D7 Then no ^Gmore will I ^B7roam when I’m ^Cheading right for ^Ghome Along the ^A7road to ^D7Gunda^Ggai ^{C G}