Lucky to Be Alive - John Williamson

Oh, we’re lucky to be alive, mate

We’re lucky to be alive

We got a motor car

And a thousand miles to drive

All the way to the west coast

And under the Kimberly

Cruisin' along the top end

And down to the coral sea, hey

We’re lucky to be alive, mate

We’re lucky to be alive

We’ve got a motor car

And a thousand miles to drive

Down the east, to the great divide

It’s hilly and it’s green

With a belly full of mangoes

The biggest you’ve ever seen

We’ll leave the busy streets, mate

We’ll be shootin' through

Away from traffic jams and all that

Bullshit, bullshit

We’ll climb up to the snowies

We’re not in a hurry

We’ll have a beer with Achilles

On the other side of the Murray, whistling

We’ll never see it all, mate

Time is in our way

We’ll walk around the rock

And lose another day

We’ll drive the ocean highways

And around the upper aisle

We’ll never run out of roads, mate

So we’ll be quite a while

We’ll leave the busy streets, mate

We’ll be shootin' through

Away from traffic jams and all that

Bullshit, bullshit

We’ll work our way to Weatherly

There’s wineries all the way

We can drive forever

Forever and a day

We’re lucky to be alive, mate

We’re lucky to be alive

We’ve got a motor car

And a thousand miles to drive

I’ll never take for granted

What the diggers did for me

I’ll follow the Milky Way

And remember I am free, yes truly!

I’ll follow the Milky Way

And remember I am free