

(hay, yeah)
Red dust rising on the old clay track
Spinifex waving in the sun-baked back
Emu running by the
rusty wire line
Just heading out where the stars start
to shine
Out in the red where the horizon is wide
Underneath the sky where the wild things hide
Hear the engine roar let the dust cloud fly Under the gaze
of the big desert
eye
Creek beds dry and the river gums tall
Hear the yellow-crested cockatoos call
Driving on through the afternoon heat
Feeling every bump in the old bench seat
Heading into
the deep red land
(yeah, alright)