Oh-hoh-hoh-hoh-yeah

It's a long straight road and the engine is deep
I can't help thinkin' of a good night's sleep
And the long long roads of my li-ife were a callin' me<

old_riders_in_the_grandstand

I'm seated in the grandstand at a big-time rodeo
With my walking stick beside me as I watch the scene below
There are youngon's ridin' outlaws as I did when young and free
And I

indian_pacific

From coast to coast by night and day, hear the clickin' of the wheels
The hummin' of the diesel, of her ribbons of steel
Carryin' the memories of a nation built by hand
See the

a_pub_with_no_beer

Oh it's-a lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night we'll hear the wild dingoes call
But there's-a nothing so lonesome, morbid or drear
Than to stand in t

the_biggest_disappointment

They had my future wrapped up in a parcel
And no one even thought of asking me
The day I turned fifteen I caught the mail train
To find what else might be in life for me
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that_old_bush_shanty_of_mine

And you can bet I'll be set when I get back to that old bush shanty of mine
There I'll be, where I'll see folks so dear to me and everything will be fine
There'll be bro-other and sis

wagon_trains_north

Wagon trains were movin' back in 1835
Rollin' out across the overland
Movin' up the country through the timber and the bush
Opening up the state we know as Queensland


old_time_country_halls

As I pick up my guitar to sing another song
I hear the walls of this old hall - you've done this thing too long
You know you've been around for years, I guess you've shown us all

when_the_rain_tumbles_down_in_july

Let me wander north to the ho-omestead
Way out further on there to roam
By a gully in flood, let me linger
When the summery sunshine has flown

Where the logs tangle

country_livin’


slow_down

Slow down, slow down
Take your time dear brother
Why must we all be frantic bound
There's happiness around us
For everyone to share
So take your time dear brother
the_man_from_snowy_river

There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around that the colt from Old Regret had got away
And had joined the wild bush horses, he was worth a thousand pounds, so all the

pay_day_at_the_pub

Now the weary week has ended, it's pay day on the job
Let's go down to the local and mingle with the mob
You'll meet the dinkum Aussies, rough and ready as they are
With hard f

i_don’t_want_no_woman_around