D                          Dmaj7
It's a corrugated highway leading north from Port Augusta lined
     Bm               G      Bm     A
With ratted cars that didn't rate a tow

D                                 Bm 
Salt plains out of Pimba and your eyes begin to stream
        G               C            A
Onto Kingoonya, huddled dusty by the road

  D                                 Dmaj7
Romantic notions shattered like the tyres that didn't hack it
         Bm            G         Bm       A
This has got to be the countries last frontier 

        D                                    Bm 
Where a sports cars next to useless, running cattle grids and river beds
   G                C  A
We drove a van from 1963 


G                 A          D                 G
Someone mentioned walkabout, kiss your job goodbye 
        D                                   A
Just to see the country shimmer through the windscreen 
         G            A             D                   G 
Drinking beer telling stories while laughter filled the night 
D                             A            G  A  D  A 
Flexitime's behind you like a bad dream 
 
 
      D                         Dmaj7 
Got a flat on ANZAC highway and Lawson on your shelf
       Bm               G      Bm       A 
It's a southern comfort air-conditioned rage 
        D                                       Bm 
Where a homesteads more than just a cheap print dangling from a wall
    G                    C            A 
And mateship's more than lines upon a page 
 
 
        G           A             D            G
We went looking for Australia inbetween the TV lines 
           D                         A
'Cause the ABC just couldn't make it real 
  G          A              D              G 
A colour documentary from a beanbag on the floor 
D                            A            G  A  D  A 
Never shows as much as it conceals 
 
 
D                                       Dmaj7 
Stark and blistered Alice Springs and a river runs with shame 
        Bm                 G        Bm        A 
And you wipe the sheets of bulldust from your eyes 
 D                           Bm 
Another countries uniform, mirage it falls apart 
       G          C                   A 
To the open gap between the truth and lies 
 
G               A             D             G
Go and see your country mate, travel agents scream 
    D                                 A
Politicians sell its heart just for a pastime 
G                  A           D              G 
Signs and highwire fences of a land where I belong 
        D                             A
It's as if I'm in the outback for the last time 
 
 
        G          A     D      A
For the last time     uh-huh 
        G          A     D      A
For the last time     uh-huh 
        G          A     D      A
For the last time     uh-huh 
        G          A     D      A
For the last time     uh-huh