F            C             Dm
The faces in the photograph have faded
                         F               Bb
And I can't believe he looks so much like me
            C  Dm                Am
For it's been ten long years today
         G                Dm
Since I left for Old Cork Station
       G  F        Bb           C         Dm
Sayin' I won't be back till the drovin's done

[Chorus]
 C       Bb        F            G           Dm
For the rain never falls on the dusty Diamantina
                     Am                Bb
The drover finds it hard to change his mind
 C        F                 Am
For the years have surely gone
          Bb                 Dm
Like the drays from Old Cork Station
    Gm F        Bb           C         Dm
And I won't be back till the drovin's done

[Verse 2]
   F               C                 Dm
It seems like the sun comes up each mornin'
                    F             Bb
Sets me up and then takes it all away
    C   Dm               Am
For the dreaming by the light
       G            Dm
Of the camp fire at night
 G    F       Bb      C         Dm
Ends with the burning light of day

[Chorus]
 C       Bb        F            G           Dm
For the rain never falls on the dusty Diamantina
                     Am                Bb
The drover finds it hard to change his mind
 C        F                 Am
For the years have surely gone
          Bb                 Dm
Like the drays from Old Cork Station
    Gm F        Bb           C         Dm
And I won't be back till the drovin's done

(Solo)

[Verse 3]
   F                   C               Dm
I sometimes think I'll settle back in Sydney
                               F                   Bb
But it's been so long and it's hard to change your mind
     C   Dm               Am
For the cattle trail goes on and on
    G               Dm
And fences roll forever
    G  F        Bb           C         Dm
And I won't be back when the drovin's done

[Chorus]
 C       Bb        F            G           Dm
For the rain never falls on the dusty Diamantina
                     Am                Bb
The drover finds it hard to change his mind
 C        F                 Am
For the years have surely gone
          Bb                 Dm
Like the drays from Old Cork Station
    Gm F        Bb           C         Dm
And I won't be back when the drovin's done