on the road, it's what we want to do.
Alice with a dinkum show and crew.
With the ruggedest rig that we could find,
Just learning how to live the life in the
Now look out for the shorthorns,
the cattle signs are warned
You'll see them dead beside the road,
I guess they won't be mourned
Some people won't by travel and lights,
Like mugs who write their names on rocks,
this countryside is scorned
Tablelands and what a plain to see
Doctor, what a page in history
We're heading for the big heart, the
Well another day, how many k's,
And racing up the river bed,
Well I met the local poet,
He didn't know how to play guitar,
just drink two dozen cans.
Squeeze it like a bagpipe and
German background, she said her
We've had our disappointments,
but there's no way I'd trade
Until I've played in every town
And when I've stored those pictures
where memories never fade
I'll find that dreamy bungalow
by the river in the shade
But the main thing, mate, is we're on the road,
Alice with a vinkum show and crew
With a ruggedness rigged that we
could find a rattletrap would do
Just learnin' how to live the life
on the land of the kangaroo