There's a track winding back to an old-fashioned shack Along the road to Gundagai Where the blue gums are growing And the Murrumbidgee's flowing beneath the sunny sky Where my daddy and mother are waiting for me And the pals of my childhood once more I will see Then no more will I roam when I'm heading right for home Along the road to Gundagai There's a track winding back to an old-fashioned shack Along the road to Gundagai Where the blue gums are growing And the Murrumbidgee's flowing beneath the sunny sky Where my daddy, and mother are waiting for me And the pals of my childhood once more I will see Then no more will I roam when I'm heading right for home Along the road to Gundagai There's a track winding back to an old-fashioned shack Along the road to Gundagai Where the blue gums are growing And the Murrumbidgee's flowing beneath the sunny sky Where my daddy and mother are waiting for me And the pals of my childhood once more I will see Then no more will I roam when I'm headed right for home Along the road to Gundagai