Its 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
its planting seed and praying for rain
and red dust running through your veins

CHORUS:
its just the way it is, its the way it goes
when my wheels hit the gravel road and it feels like home
its the way of life, its the life i live
and im right where i want to be
thats the way it is

its a corrugated iron shed
work boots on a backdoor step
scones in the oven and preserves in jars
talking prices at the saleyards
its long straight roads and one horse towns
sheep dogs bringing the mob around
its she'll be right and having a go
its good on ya mate and what do ya know?

REPEAT CHROUS

eerie still in the grey of dawn
fields of wheat and rows of corn
a rusty tank the flaking paint
a weary digger on ANZAC day
dreamtime land and uluru
it's aborigine didgeridoo
its batterd hats and calloused hands
it's the spirit of a hard won land

its just the way it is, its the way it goes
when my wheels hit the gravel road and it feels like home
its the way of life, oh.. its the life i live
and im right where i want to be
a patch a ground and you and me..
thats the way it is
oh.. its just the way it is
thats the way it is
yeah thats way it is