Country Way of Life Lyrics

You're the bread that's on the table from the wheat out in the field,
You're the crane that loads the iron ore that we turn into steel,
You're a farmer or a drover, you're a lonely shearer's wife,
But to all of us Australians, you're the country way of life.
You're the wine that's in the cellar from the vineyards in the south,
You're the cheese, the milk, the b***er that feeds a nations mouth,
You're the mighty irrigation, the hope of powerless time,
But to all of us Australians, you're the country way of life.

When days are tough and even vest of time,
The land you love won't pay you much to keep your dreams alive,
And you call yourself Australian 'cos you know you've earned the right,
To the people in the cities, that's the country way of life.
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You're the little towns we've heard of, 7 houses and a pub,
You're the way you help each other way out there in the scrub,
You're the tyranny of distance, you're the misery of miles,
But to all of us Australians, you're the country way of life.
You're the tyranny of distance, the clear blue open skies,
But to all of us Australians, you're the country way of life,
But to all of us Australians, you're the country way of life.

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From his album: Country Way of Life"
Songwriter/Composer: Stephen Condon;