D E From coast to coast by night and day A7 D Hear the clicking of the wheels G The humming of the diesel On her ribbons of steel A Carrying the memories Of a nation built by hand D See the Indian Pacific span the land D E She's the pride of all the railway men A7 D Cross country where she flies G From the blue Pacific waters To where the mountains rise A By lakes and wide brown rivers Through desert country dry D See the Indian Pacific passing by G Oh the Indian Pacific D She goes rolling down the track G Five thousand miles to travel D A Before she's there and back D E Beside the line a drover waves A7 D His battered old grey hat G And kids are catching yabbies Down by the river flat A And a woman hangs her washing In the backyard near the line D As the Indian Pacific's rolling by Fiddle Solo : D G D A D G D A D D E Hear the whistle blowing lonely A7 D 'Neath the Nullabor star light G Saluting those who walked across The track she rides tonight A Calling to the railway camp And the fettlers on the line D I'm the Indian Pacific right on time D E From the silver of the Broken Hill A7 D To old Kalgoorlie gold G She mirrors all the colours Of the land so hard and old A Then the western flowers are blooming And the air is just like wine D And the Indian Pacific's making time G Oh the Indian Pacific D She goes rolling down the track G Five thousand miles to travel D A Before she's there and back D E From the waters of the western sea A7 D To the eastern ocean sand G A D The Indian Pacific spans the land G A D Oh The Indian Pacific spans the land
