The sun went down on the Simpson as we ordered our 
second round
There's nothing quite like the feeling of that first 
cold beer going down
And drivin' from the Curry to Birdsville you work up 
one hell of a thirst
Between the heat, the rough roads, and bulldust it's 
hard to say what's the worst

I'm dusty all over from hat to my heels
I'm dusty all over and I like how it feels
These travellin' bones won't leave me alone
I reckon they're set in their ways
So I guess you'd say hey, hey I'm dusty all over

Camped by the roadside near Winton telling some yarns 
round the fire
With a handful of mates and some locals and the stories 
grew higher and higher
And everyone's tryin' for one better bending the truth 
till it broke
Between all the lies and the bullshit the air was just 
thicker than smoke

I'm dusty all over from hat to my heels
I'm dusty all over and I like how it feels
These travellin' bones won't leave me alone
I reckon they're set in their ways
So I guess you'd say hey, hey I'm dusty all over

I stopped at the old town and country about dinner time 
the other day
When a couple of blokes at the end of the bar started 
whispering and pointing my way
Well finally one of 'em came over steady as steady 
could go
He took my hat off the bar held it over my head and 
said “mate told you so”
that's right 

I'm dusty all over from hat to my heels
I'm dusty all over and I like how it feels
These travellin' bones won't leave me alone
I reckon they're set in their ways
So I guess you'd say hey, hey I'm dusty all over

I'm dusty all over from hat to my heels, that's right.