Country Life

Way out west where the sun beats down,
There’s a small station, just out of town.
It’s a hot, red land, cracked and bleached dry,
The animals of the bush slowly die.
Country kids work, bare feet on the ground,
Riding horses and driving the trucks around.
We’re out all day, getting tanner and browner,
Living the dream of the land down under.

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