The Way It Is

It's a plume of dust down an old dirt road, And 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 mickey's through the scrub. It's planting seeds and praying for rain, And the red dust running through your veins. It's just the way it is, it's the way it goes, When my wheels hit the gravel road it feels like home. It's the way of life, it's the life I live, And I'm right where I want to 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 preserves in jars, Talking prices at the saleyards. It's long straight roads and one horse towns, And 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 ya know? It's just the way it is, it's the way it goes, When my wheels hit the gravel road it feels like home. It's the way of life, it's the life I live, And I'm right where I want to be. That's the way it is. INSTRUMENTAL It's the eerie still in the grey of dawn, Fields of wheat and rows of corn. A rusty tank and flaking paint, A weary digger on Anzac Day. It's the dreamtime land and Uluru, Aborigine didgeridoo. It's battered hats and calloused hands, The spirit of a hard won land. It's just the way it is, it's the way it goes, When my wheels hit the gravel road it feels like home. It's the way of life, it's the life I live, And I'm right where I want to be. A patch of ground and you and me. That's the way it is. Ohhhh, it's just the way it is. That's the way it is. Yeah, that's the way it is.