You're the bread that's on the table from the wheat out in the field
You're the crane that loads the iron ore that we turn into steel
You're a farmer or a drover, you're a lonely shearer's wife
But to all of us Australians, you're the country way of life
You're the wine that's in the cellar from the vineyards in the south
You're the cheese, the milk, the butter that feeds a nation's mouth
You're the mighty irrigation, the hope of powerless time
But to all of us Australians, you're the country way of life
When days are tough and even best of time
The land you love won't pay you much to keep your dreams alive
You call yourself Australian 'cause you know you've earned the right
To the people in the cities, that's the country way of life
You're the little towns we've heard of, seven houses and a pub
You're the way you help each other way out there in the scrub
You're the tyranny of distance, you're the misery of miles
But to all of us Australians, you're the country way of life
You're the tyranny of distance, the clear blue open skies
But to all of us Australians, you're the country way of life
But to all of us Australians, you're the country way of life
