and a thousand miles to drive
All the way to the West Coast
Cruising along the Top End
and down to the Coral Sea
We're lucky to be alive, mate,
and a thousand miles to drive
Down the east of the Great Divide,
it's hilly and it's green
With a belly full of mangoes,
the biggest you've ever seen
We'll leave the busy streets,
we'll be shooting through
and all that bullshit, bullshit
We'll climb up to the Snowys,
We'll have a beer with the Kellys
on the other side of the Mur
We'll never see it all mate,
We'll walk around the rock
We'll drive the ocean highways
and around the apple isle
We'll never run out of road space,
so we'll be quiet a while
We'll leave the busy streets, mate,
or we'll be shooting through
and all that bullshit, bullshit
We'll work our way to Adelaide,
there's wineries all the way
We're lucky to be alive, mate,
and a thousand miles to drive
I'll never take for granted
what the diggers did for me
I'll follow their milky way
I'll follow their milky way
and remember I am free you