Berrigan Horizon

Drive past the Jerilderie road,

where the red gums start to bend

Into the southern Riverina,

where the dirt tracks never end

Just an hour north of the Murray,

where the golden wheat fields blow Stands a town built out of

red loam, with a steady,

quiet glow

You'll hit the Berrigan Shire,

where the farming roots run deep

Where the heritage buildings whisper,

and the old-school secrets keep.

Oh, Berrigan,

out in the New South Wales sun

Where the wide roads roll forever

and the hard day's work is done

From the historic federal pillars to the creek bed's tranquil grace There’s

a piece of classic Aussie soul in this country town's embrace. (yeah)

Stop in at the Federal Hotel for a cold one from the

tap

Where the locals talk about the rain and point across the map

They’ll tell you how the bushfire brigade first stood up for the

land

Right here in eighteen-ninety,

taking a historic stand

Walk down Chanter Street,

see the history on display

And watch the red-tailed cockatoos fly at the end of day.

Oh, Berrigan,

out in the New South Wales sun

Where the wide roads roll forever

and the hard day's work is done From the historic federal pillars

to the creek bed's tranquil grace There’s a piece of classic Aussie

soul in this country town's embrace.

When the Berrigan Gold Cup runs,

the whole community cheers

A country race day spirit that’s survived a hundred years

Through the droughts and through the harvests,

through the trials and the yield

The heart of this little border town is written in the field.

So if you’re traveling down the Riverina,

take a moment, slow your pace Pull up a chair in Berrigan,

and find your resting place

Yeah, good old Berrigan...

Where the red dust settles down.