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{atmospheric wind, dry crackle
of brush} {swelling distorted slide guitar} {heavy half-tempo kick drum}
The red dirt is parched,
the air is thick
We wait on the ridge,
the watch is on In the heart of the scrub,
the sparks fly quick
Before the morning light is gone
When the ridge line turns to gold and flame We stand our
ground and we call your name
Through the ash and the blinding heat
We never back down,
we never retreat {screaming slide guitar swell} The siren wails across the
plain
No sign of cloud,
no hope of rain But we've got the trucks,
we've got the crew There's a line to hold,
and a job to do
When the ridge line turns to gold and flame We stand our
ground and we call your name
Through the ash and the blinding heat
We never back down,
we never retreat
{blazing aussie pub rock guitar solo} {screaming
high notes, fast pentatonic licks} {pounding double-time feel} Stand tall in the
dust
We never retreat {fading acoustic guitar} {soft wind through dry grass} {final
distant strike of a cymbal}