Down The Dusty Road To Home - Slim Dusty, Joy McKean

Oh come let us wander,

Down the old bush track we’ll go,

Through the sandhills and the mulga,

Where the old man saltbush grows,

No more we plan to follow,

The life of a rolling stone,

So we’ll hit the road out yonder,

Down the dusty road to home.

Around the campfire yarning,

'Neath the twinkling stars above,

We’ll wend our way together,

Back to the land we love,

As we gaze into the distance,

And feel we’re not alone,

This helps us face the hardships,

Down the dusty road to home.

We’re finished with the town life,

And the traffic’s constant roar,

So now we’ll head out westward

And we’ll settledown once more,

Out along that old brown river,

Where the 'roo and emu roam,

And the tall gums bid us welcome

Down the dusty road to home.

To see again those storm clouds,

Gather from the western sky,

And break across the desert

As it quickly passes by.

A distant swirling dust haze,

Where a mob of cattle roam,

They beckon us to wander,

Down the dusty road to home.

Our hearts are in this country,

Where droughts strikes hard and fast,

Where the spirit of it’s people,

Always hangs on to the last,

We see the heat wave rising,

Out across the golden loam,

No more we’ll need to wander,

Down the dusty road to home.

So come let us wander,

Down the old bush track we’ll go,

Through the sand hills and the mulga,

Where the old man saltbush grows,

No more we plan to follow,

The life of a rolling stone,

So we hit the road out yonder,

Down the dusty road to home