(G. Porter / L. Kernaghan)

It’s a plume a dust down an old dirt road
Hanging off the rails at the rodeo
A back verandah with creaking boards
And the dark rage of a thunderstorm
The stockman’s bar at an old bush pub
And chasing mickeys through the scrub
It’s planting seed and praying for rain
And red dust running through your veins

It’s just the way it is, it’s the way it goes
When my weels hit the gravel roam it feels like home
It’s the way of life, it’s the life I live
And I’m right where I wanna be
That’s the way it is

It’s a corrugated iron shed
And work boots on a backdoor step
Scones in the oven and preservers in jars
Talking prices at the saleyards
It’s long straight roads and one horse towns
Sheep dogs bringing the mob around
It’s she’ll be right and having a go
It’s good on ya mate and what do you know?

The eerie still in the grey of dawn
And fields of wheat and rows of corn
A rusty tank with flaking paint
And a weary digger on Anzac Day
Dreamtime land and Uluru
S’aborigine digeridoo
It’s battered hats and callouced hands
The spirit of a hard won land

(G. Porter / L. Kernaghan / C. Buchanan)

I was born In a hat town
Raised on the Warrego
It’s hard out here
But you tought it out like an old brigalow
From the back of the channel country
Across the western plains
The roads are straight and dusty
And the folks are much the same

Roots run strong and deep
Out here in a hat town
And we’ll carry on down
Through the years in a hat town
Well it might be Thargomindah
It might be Barclay Downs
If there’s a pub and a store
And not much more
You’re livin’ in an old hat town

Stuck out in a heat haze
On half mile sixty zone
Just a rag tag bunch of buildings
Made of wood and tin and stone
There’s a swag of stories
And most of them are true
Of how the locals pass the hat around
And pull each other through

Well we’re rouseabouts and drovers
We’re bushies tried and true
And we’re out here for the long haul
We’re not just blowin through

(A. Brand / M. Carr)

I don’t dance the cucaracha
I don’t play the moochachas
I've never been to Mexico
I've never had the chance to go
Never met Speedy Gonzales
I don’t eat enchiladas
I don’t drink margaritas
But I love the senioritis

I've seen ‘em on the tv shows
Hair of brown and the way it flows
When they let it down
Cherry lips that you just wanna kiss
It drives we wild when they look like this

I love the way they dance all night
Sway their hip’s
Wrap me round their finger tips
Tight red dress real knocks me out
You know boy’s what I'm talking about

(A. Brand / M. Carr)

I've travelled across the country
On every beaten track
From the sugar cane to the Nullabor plain
And I've been to Burke and back
But there’s nothing I like better
Just before Australia day
Than heading down the New England Highway

Got my boots on, got my hat on
Got my old guitar and a new song
For a week I'll be where I belong
With the big stars, golden guitars
Dream will be ours some day
Cruising the New England Highway

They’ll be busking down on Peel street
Looking for a lucky break
There’s the chook man
And the one man band
And slim dusty’s in the cavalcade
There’s nothing I like better
Just before Australia day
Than heading down the New England Highway

(B. Cash / L. Minson)

Slip on your dancin’ shoes, get ready to go
And put some make-up on
I know that you’ve got all the chores to do
But baby don’t be long
‘cause I'm goin’ into town tonight
And baby so are you

I've got my brand new levi’s on
And girl I've shined my boots
Got the pick-up truck all cleaned up
And the engine is ready to shoot
‘cause I'm goin’ into town tonight
And baby so are you

I won’t listen to excuses
We’re gonna drive into the city lights
I'm gonna show you how to two-step
‘cause we’re gonna go dancin’ tonight

Don’t try to fight it ‘cause it’s useless
This time I've really made up my mind
I'm gonna show you how to two-step
‘cause we’re gonna go dancin’ tonight

We’re gonna listen to some music
Down at the rendesvous
There ain’t nothin’ like a honky tonk band
To make you lose the blues
‘cause I'm goin’ into town tonight
And baby so are you

(N. Murray)

Left my home long ago
To travel up the Tanami road
So many young fellas were like me
Head full of ideas and pretty keen
I didn’t think that anyone
Would remember me for very long

Lifetime friends are with you ‘till the end
They’re the ones that know you the best
You laugh about how you were so young and proud
You do that when you’ve made a lifetime friend

Somehow through the years
Some people that you meet stay near
And even if you’re far away
They ring you up just to say
Well how are you goin’
When you comin’ back this way

I got a call from you this afternoon
It’s been years since I spoke to you
We might of had our blues in the past
But somehow our friendship seems to last
We pick up the conversation
Like we just left it yesterday
Pretty good hey

B. Cash / L. Minson)

Come gather ‘round good people
There’s something you should know
I'll keep it straight and simple
And I'll show you how it goes
It’s called the country feeling
It’s filled with heart and soul
Come on and let’s get started
Let the good times roll

You don’t have to come from Texas
Or old Tennessee
You might be from Down Under
Or the South China sea
It’s about the country feeling
And it’s good enough for me

So tune up the fiddle
Get ready to go
And dance the do- si- doe
Grab your partner by the hand
And jump to cotton eyed joe

(L. Kernaghan / G. Porter / J. Blundell)

There was nothing going on in this old town
Just one street and the shops shut down
The sun is come the grass is dry
You came kicking up dust as you rode by
With tangled hair and spirit free
Something stirred inside of me

You rock, you rock my country world
And you roll me in your loving wait
And you shook, you shook this stony ground
Oh girl you rock my world

Your wide smile turnd hard and thin
When your horse plays up and he won’t give in
I’m amazed at everything you do
Well like a desert fire I burn for you
Well there’s a power I can’t explain
It’s like thunder rolling across the plain

Your eyes so deep they draw me in
And you take me higher than I’ve ever been

Yes you rock my world
Rock my country world
Come on and babe
Don’t you rockin
I let you rockin
Rock my country world
Come on rock my world
Rock my world
Rock my country world

(B. Cash / L. Minson)

If I called you up tonight
And told you baby that I love you
Would you tell that you love me
Or would you just hang up on me

If I asked you out for dinner
Baby would you just refuse me
Sayin’ you’ve got no time
And keep me standin’ out in the rain

Suppose I send you flowers
Suppose I sing you a tune
Suppose I write you letters
Would you call me a fool
All day I sit and wonder
All night I dream of you
If I was man enough to ask you
Baby what would you do

If I told you I'd quit the tequila
Would you think I was lying
Would you laugh at me
And think I was crazy for trying
If I gave you a ring
Would you wear it on your finger
Or would you give it back
And tell me there is somebody else

(B. Cash)

I feel like a star tonight
Standing in these shining lights
I'm glad I've come to your side of town
I feel like there is magic all around
There’s lots of pretty faces in sight
Fancy folks dressed in style
And here I am in these lights
Lord I can sing my songs
On and on tonight

Yes I feel like I'm a singing star tonight
And I know that this feeling is just right
So I can sing my songs
On and on tonight

Now all you pretty little girls
Won’t you look into my eyes
You’ve got to give me inspiration
I can sing on and on because of you
‘cause I am just a country boy
And I've got a simple heart
And I don’t want no fancy things
All I need is little smile
To turn me on

(B. Hill)

Little brother’s in the backyard revin’ up the engine
Tuning up for saturday night
Be a dirt track mogul, racing round the oval
Passing everything in sight
But come sunday mornin we’ll all pile in
Aand head down the road to church
Mamma in the back hangin on for dear life
Cursing brother on every curve

Number 34 painted on the doors
Flames on the fenders
Stp stickers, a hurst shifter four on the floor
The preacher shuts his eyes, starts preying hard
When brother cuts a donut in the church house yard
The congregation roars for number 34

When brother was a baby, we knew he’d be a racer
He loved the smell of gasoline
He could say max dumsdy, before dad and mummy
He could even say valvoline
He took the family car to the demolition derby
When he was just fifteen
He said don’t worry mamma
I'll fix it up good, now we’ve got a mean machine

With number 34 painted on the doors
Flames on the fenders
Stp stickers, a hurst shifter four on the floor
Even mamma now and then gets behind the wheel
And pops second gear and makes the rubber peel
A hot mamma for sure at number 34
The preacher shuts his eyes, starts preying hard
When brother cuts a donut in the church house yard
The congregation roars for number 34
A hot mamma for sure is number 34

(L. Kernaghan / G. Porter)

Life is like a rodeo
That ride can throw you around
It can take you to the heavens
Or send you crashing to the ground
And it’s not a dress rehearsal
It’s learning as you go
And I’m just another rider
In this electric rodeo

Put on your boots and saddle
Ride that Mustang out the chute
Sometimes you win sometimes you lose
But you’ve gotta take your chances
And give that dice a throw
When you ride the electric rodeo

Ye you’ve gotta take your chances
And give that dice a throw
When you ride the electric rodeo

I can’t promise there’ll be no hurting
I only wish I could
There’ll be times I let you down
Be someone less than I should
But girl this life I give you
Is the only life I know
I wanna ride with you forever
In this electric rodeo

Life is like a rodeo
Dreams are won and lost
It’s the way it’s always been
For cowboys like us