yellow old bullcatcher

they're greasin' up their leather gear in the stockcamps of the north

young ringers come all set for musterin' time

as for me i'm in the big shed workin' on a tough old lady

this yellow old bullcatcher love of mine

dust clouds are risin' high into the northern sky

with the big boss up above with his noisy chopper

but i'm in touch by phone as we head the big mob home

i circle round and round in the old bullcatcher

an old devil

mate

to drive

but she keeps your mind alive

when the steering gear goes

look out she'll get ya

when a mad bull breaks away

that's when we show our play

and bring 'em back to the yellow old bullcatcher

there's a bush camp by the river where the fight like hell

and the crocodiles

old mate

ain't far behind

but i can't wait to get back

down that dusty rugged track

and yakka with some old bush mates of mine

oh there's new times on the bull bar

and sides of solid steel

when you're workin' in the bush no one can match her

when a mad bull breaks away

that's when we show our play

and bring 'em back to the yellow old bullcatcher

hey

we bring 'em back to the yellow old bullcatcher