There's a track winding back to an old fashioned shack Along the road to Gundagai Where the blue gums are growing, the Murrumbidgee's flowing Beneath that sunny sky Where my Mummy and Daddy are waiting for me Where the pals of my childhood are waiting for me So no more will I roam till I'm headed right for home On the road to Gundagai There's an old fashioned Ford made of rubber, tin and board
Along the road to Gundagai The radiator's hissing, and half the engine's missing The oil tank's running dry There's water in the petrol and sand in the gears And it hasn't seen a garage for more than twenty years But O lord hear the roar when the pedal hits the floor Along the road to Gundagai