Its a plume of dust down an old dirt road

hanging off the rails at the rodeo

back verandah with creaking boards

and the dark rage of a thunderstorm

stockmans bar at an old bush pub

and chasing mickey's though the scrub

its planting seed and praying for rain

and red dust running through your veins



CHORUS:

its just the way it is, its the way it goes

when my wheels hit the gravel road and 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

work boots on a backdoor step

scones in the oven and preserves in jars

talking prices at the saleyards

its long straight roads and one horse towns

sheep dogs bringing the mob around

its she'll be right and having a go

its good on ya mate and what do ya know?



REPEAT CHROUS



eerie still in the grey of dawn

fields of wheat and rows of corn

a rusty tank the flaking paint

a weary digger on ANZAC day

dreamtime land and uluru

it's aborigine didgeridoo

its batterd hats and calloused hands

it's the spirit of a hard won land



its just the way it is, its the way it goes

when my wheels hit the gravel road and it feels like home

its the way of life, oh.. its the life i live

and im right where i want to be

a patch a ground and you and me..

thats the way it is

oh.. its just the way it is

thats the way it is

yeah thats way it is