The Man From Caramut

He has slept in a tent and in a swag and he has slept in a hut
But never in a hotel or motel the man from Caramut
And out there in the outback he often sleeps in his car
A young man in his thirties from home he does live far.

From his old Village in Victoria on the Hamilton Highway
In the shearing shed he often shear two hundred head a day
He's had his share of women he's drunk his share of beer
The last time he was in Caramut was in April of last year.

He has not fathered children he has never had a wife
A man who loves the outback and enjoys the rugged life
He has learned one thing from life you will always have a friend
As long as you are generous with plenty money for to spend.

A likeable and good natured fellow he lives life the hard way
And in the pub he and his shearing mates drink most of their hard earned pay
He revels in the rugged life he is a real hard nut
In the wide and brown big sky Country far north of Caramut.