It's a plume of dust down an old dirt road And hanging off the rails at the rodeo A back veranda with creaking boards And the dark range of a thunderstorm It's the stockman's bar at an old bush pub And chasing mickey's though the scrub It's planting seeds and praying for rain And the red dust running through your veins It's 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 sale yards 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 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 Its 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 Its the dream time land and uluru Aborigine didgeridoo Its battered hats and calloused hands The spirit of a hard won land It's 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