In the wilds of northern Queensland there's a man they talk about
From Winton to the Isa and even further out
His abilities tough crims have found too late their lesson learned

To tangle with a tracker known as Sergeant Nardoo Burns

Now his job you've likely gathered finds those outside the law

And brings them in with a warning grin that you should think before
Intending to as others do a life of crime you yearn
Don't cross his path you'll feel the wrath of Sergeant Nardoo Burns


At Normanton up in the Gulf with the white man police he rides
For 15 years he carried out and held his job with pride

Though many tried to beat him they found the tables turned
And right back where they started from was Sergeant Nardoo Burns


Well he saddled his horse and packed his swag and went to find alone
Six hundred head of cattle driven off to parts unknown
Three months that journey took him through no man's land and back

Three months of dust and heat and hell no worse the Birdsville track

They tried every trick to beat him in their efforts to deter

But the tracker stuck to his quarry like the noted Queensland burr
And when finally he found them with humour since revived
On the stockyard gate he sat to wait, Nardoo had arrived


Yes tracker of the outback he's wiry tough and black
And there's not a man be white or tan that's put him on his back

Though many tried to beat him they found the tables turned
And right back where they started from was Sergeant Nardoo Burns
Was Sergeant Nardoo Burns