Ultimate Hits

Lyndal is a waitress and she looks a little like Faith Hill
Turning heads down at the roadhouse working the grill
You'd expect she'd be the only one
But there's plenty more like her out here where she comes from


There's got to be something in the water
Got to be something in the atmosphere
Out here every good looking daughter
Would make you swear there's something in the water

Lyndals got some cousins out on the five mile plain
They've got the family likeness they really drive the boys insane
You should watch them rope see them ride
When they turn the mob watch the red dust fly

there's got to be something in the water
Got to be something in the atmosphere
Out here every good looking daughter
Would make you swear there's something in the water

see those girls walking down the street
Or at the swimming hole
Boys from out of town who stop this way
They shake their heads and you can hear them say

there's got to be something in the water
Got to be something in the atmosphere
Out here every good looking daughter
Would make you swear there's something in the water

He's staring down the barrel
Of another desperate day
Pulls on his boots
He can't walk away

He's running on empty
He's knocked about and bent
But he'll still be standing
When the river runs again

Is the spirit in the rock?
Or pass the hat around
Is it freedom on the Wallaby?
Or a dusty patch of ground
Is it waltzing Matilda?
Or a hand upon your shoulder
Is this, the spirit of the bush?

She stares at empty cupboards
Just like the day before
It's been so long
She can't take it anymore

But she digs a little deeper
And somehow finds the strength
She keeps believeing
There will be better days ahead Chorus

Is the spirit in the rock?
Or pass the hat around
Is it freedom on the Wallaby?
Or a dusty patch of ground
Is it waltzing Matilda?
Or a hand upon your shoulder
Is this, the spirit of the bush?

Was it there when young Ned Kelly
Stood up for those oppressed

Or when the brave young ANZACS
Put their courage to the test

Or is it out there with the battler
When he gives it one last try

Through the darkest moments
You see the spirit shine

Is the spirit in the rock?
Or pass the hat around
Is it freedom on the Wallaby?
Or a dusty patch of ground
Is it waltzing Matilda?
Or a hand upon your shoulder
Is this, the spirit of the bush?

Is the spirit in the rock?
Or pass the hat around
Is it freedom on the Wallaby?
Or a dusty patch of ground
Is it waltzing Matilda?
Or a hand upon your shoulder
Is this, the spirit of the bush?

Boys from the bush
Been shearing sheep, we been mustering stock
We been culling out roots, we been spraying the crops
We've been droving cattle up an old stock route
Now its Saturday night, we pile in the yute

Were the boys from the bush and were back in town
Well the dogs in the back and the foot goes down
Were life members of the outback club
Were the boys from the bush come in from the scrub

Been out in the heat, we been loading the trucks
Been fixing fences, we been choking on dust
We curse the rain we curse the drought
Now its Saturday night and were all in the shout

We get high when the sun goes down

We work the land through fire and flood
Its in our hearts, it runs in the blood

Well we raise hell when the sun goes down

We get high when the sun goes down

I saw the ute
I heard the voice
I knew i had to make her mine
Shiny and red, on the show room floor
I scratched my name on the dotted line

I'm on a mission, the Grand Tradition
there's only one thing left to do
there's a clay pan, there's a big old mud hole
Gunna take my brand new baby right on through

Baptise the ute
Baptise the ute
You won't be satisfied until you do
Leave ya mark
Break it in
Take it to the edge and back again

When she's in my rig
She feels the rumble
She loves to ride in my machine
She runs her fingers, along the console
She says there's no where else she'd rather be

But I'm on a mission, Grand Tradition
And if i play my cards just right
The motors runnin
And things are hummin,
I reckon this could be my lucky night

Baptise the ute
Baptise the ute
You won't be satified until you do
Leave ya mark
Break it in
We'll take it to the edge and back again

Bugs on the bullbar
Fur on the side rails
Mud on the windscreen
Cause we'll baptise the ute

Well I'm on a mission, we have ignition
We gotta do what must be done
When the ceremony has been completed
We'll start her up and do it all again

Baptise the ute
Baptise the ute
You won't be satisfied until you do
Leave ya mark
Break it in
Take it to the edge and back again

Baptise the ute
Baptise the ute
Got to take her out and see what she can do
Leave ya mark
Break it in
Got to take it to the edge and back again

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