its a plume of dust down an old dirt road

and hanging off the rails at the rodeo

a back verandah with creaking boards

and the dark range of a thunderstorm

its the stockmans bar at an old bush pub

and chasing mickey's though the scrub

its planting seeds and praying for rain

and the red dust runing through your veins



CHORUS:

its the way it is, its the way it goes

when my wheels hit the gravel road it feels like home

its the way of life, its the life i live

and im right where i want to be

thats the way it is



its a corrugated iron shed

and work boots on a backdoor step

scones in the oven and preserves in jars

talking prces at the saleyards

its long straight roads and one horse towns

and sheep dogs bringing the mob around

its she'll be right and having a go

its good on ya mate and what do ya know?



REPEAT CHROUS



its the eerie still in the grey of dawn

feilds of wheat and rows of corn

a rusty tank and flaking paint

a weary digger on ANZAC day

its the dreamtime land and uluru

aborigine didgeridoo

its batterd hats and calloused hands

the spirit of a hard won land



REPEAT CHORUS