More Info It's a plume of dust down an old dirt road hanging off the rails at the rodeo
Back verandah with creaking boards and the dark rage of a thunderstorm
Stockmans bar at an old bush pub and chasing mickey's though 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 wheels hit the gravel road and 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
