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its a plume of dust down an old dirt roadand hanging off the rails at the rodeoa back verandah with creaking boardsand the dark range of a thunderstormits the stockmans bar at an old bush puband chasing mickey's though the scrubits planting seeds and praying for rainand the red dust running through your veinsit's the way it is, it's the way it goeswhen my wheels hit the gravel road it feels like homeit's the way of life, it's the life i liveand I'm right where i want to bethat's the way it isit's a corrugated iron shedand work boots on the backdoor stepscones in the oven and preserves in jars talking prices at the saleyardsits long straight roads and one horse townsand sheep dogs bringing the mob aroundits she'll be right and having a goits good on ya mate and what do ya know?It's the way it is, it's the way it goeswhen my wheels hit the gravel road it feels like homeit's the way of life, it's the life i liveSongtexteand I'm right where i want to bethat's the way it isit's the eerie still in the grey of dawnfields of wheat and rows of corna rusty tank and flaking painta weary digger on ANZAC dayits the dreamtime land and uluruaborigine didgeridooits battered hats and calloused handsthe spirit of a hard won landIt's the way it is, it's the way it goeswhen my wheels hit the gravel road it feels like homeit's the way of life, oh it's the life i liveand I'm right where i want to beThe patch of ground in you and methat's the way it isIt's just the way it isThat's the way it isYeah that the way it is Aus Songtexte Mania