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 mickeys though the scrub its planting seeds and praying for rain and the red dust running through your veins 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 the backdoor step scones in the oven and preserves in jars talking prices at the saleyards its long straight roads and one horse towns and sheep dogs bringing the mob around its shell be right and having a go its good on ya mate and what do ya know? 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 the eerie still in the grey of dawn fields 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 battered hats and calloused hands the spirit of a hard won land 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, oh its the life i live and Im right where i want to be The patch of ground in you and me thats the way it is Its just the way it is Thats the way it is Yeah that the way it is
Posted on: Mon, 04 Nov 2013 08:46:03 +0000
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