Indian Pacific-The Travelling Country Band

Indian Pacific (1977 Digital Remaster) - Slim Dusty From coast to coast by night and day Hear the clickin' of the wheels The hummin' of the diesel on her ribbons of steel Carryin' the memories of a nation built by hand See the Indian Pacific span the land She's the pride of all the railway men 'cross country where she flies From the blue Pacific waters to where the mountains rise By lakes and wide brown rivers through desert country dry See the Indian Pacific passin' by Oh the Indian Pacific she goes rollin' down the track Five thousand miles to travel before she's there and back Beside the line a drover waves his battered old grey hat And kids are catchin' yabbies down by the river flat And a woman hangs her washing in a backyard near the line As the Indian Pacific's rollin' by Hear the whistle blowin' lonely 'neath the Nullabor star light Saluting those who walk across the track she romps tonight Callin' to the railway camp and the fettlers on the line I'm the Indian Pacific right on time From the silver of the Broken Hill to old Kalgoorlie gold She mirrors all the colours of the land so hard and old Then the western clouds are blooming and the air is just like wine And the Indian Pacific's makin' time Oh the Indian Pacific she goes rollin' down the track Five thousand miles to travel before she's there and back From the waters of the western sea to the eastern ocean sand The Indian Pacific spans the land Oh the Indian Pacific spans the land