Slim Dusty Country Way Of Life
You're the bread that's on the table from the wheat out
in the field,
You're the crane that loads the iron ore that we turn
into steel,
You're a farmer or a drover, you're a lonely shearer's
wife,
But to all of us Australians, you're the country way of
life.
You're the wine that's in the cellar from the vineyards
in the south,
You're the cheese, the milk, the butter that feeds a
nations mouth,
You're the mighty irrigation, the hope of powerless
time,
But to all of us Australians, you're the country way of
life.
When days are tough and even vest of time,
The land you love won't pay you much to keep your
dreams alive,
And you call yourself Australian 'cos you know you've
earned the right,
To the people in the cities, that's the country way of
life.
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You're the little towns we've heard of, 7 houses and a
pub,
You're the way you help each other way out there in the
scrub,
You're the tyranny of distance, you're the misery of
miles,
But to all of us Australians, you're the country way of
life.
You're the tyranny of distance, the clear blue open
skies,
But to all of us Australians, you're the country way of
life,
But to all of us Australians, you're the country way of
life.