They say G'day old Dusty mate you're gettin' thin on top,
you've been goin' for so long now will you never ever stop?
But with mates around the country it's the only way I see 'em,

And I've said before this travellin' mate is pretty close to freedom.

With land and sky and lots of room, and a thousand miles or more,

I rev and point old purple out across the Nullabor.

From the cattle country in the north to Tassie way down south,

Oh I've seen this old brown country in the big wet and the drought.
So get off your seat and come outback across the blacksoil plains,
And you'll find the old Australian ways have very little changed.


With land and sky and lots of room, and a thousand miles just gone,
Like a big old ball of roly-poly grass I'm rollin' on


In the footsteps of explorers like the famous Burke and Wills,
Oh I've seen the dreamtime beauty of those Namatjira hills.

So don't ever try to pin me down to say where I like best,
I just like Australia mate, North East South and West.


With land and sky and lots of room, and a thousand miles just gone,
Like a big old ball of roly-poly grass I'm rollin' on


With land and sky and lots of room, and a thousand miles just gone,
Like a big old ball of roly-poly grass I'm rollin' on