D                     Dmaj9 
It's a plume of dust down an old dirt road, 
    G 
And hanging off the rails at the rodeo. 
D                     Dmaj9 
 A back verandah with creaking boards, 
G  
 And the dark rage of a thunderstorm. 
D                        Dmaj9 
The stockman's bar at an old bush pub, 
Bm                    G 
 And chasing mickey's through the scrub. 
D                        Dmaj9 
 It's planting seeds and praying for rain, 
        G                A 
And the red dust running through your veins. 
 
 
                     G                   D 
It's just the way it is, it's the way it goes, 
        G                     A                  D   
When my wheels hit the gravel road it feels like home. 
                G                     Bm   G 
It's the way of life, it's the life I live, 
        D                     A 
And I'm right where I want to be. 
                  D 
That's the way it is. 
 
 
D                 Dmaj9 
It's a corrugated iron shed  
    G 
And work boots on a backdoor step. 
D                         Dmaj9 
Scones in the oven and preserves in jars, 
G 
 Talking prices at the saleyards. 
     D                       Dmaj9 
It's long straight roads and one horse towns, 
    Bm                      G 
And sheep dogs bringing the mob around. 
D                         Dmaj9 
 It's she'll be right and having a go, 
          G              A 
It's good on ya mate and what do ya know? 
 
 
                     G                   D 
It's just the way it is, it's the way it goes, 
        G                     A                  D   
When my wheels hit the gravel road it feels like home. 
                G                     Bm   G 
It's the way of life, it's the life I live, 
        D                     A 
And I'm right where I want to be. 
                  D 
That's the way it is. 
 
 
D   G   D   G   A 
INSTRUMENTAL 
 
 
D                            A/Db 
 It's the eerie still in the grey of dawn, 
G/B                  G 
 Fields of wheat and rows of corn. 
D                A/Db 
A rusty tank and flaking paint, 
G/B                G 
 A weary digger on Anzac Day. 
         D                  A/Db 
It's the dreamtime land and Uluru, 
Bm         G 
 Aborigine didgeridoo. 
D                      A/Db 
It's battered hats and calloused hands, 
G                A    
 The spirit of a hard won land. 
 
 
                     G                   D 
It's just the way it is, it's the way it goes, 
        G                     A                  D   
When my wheels hit the gravel road it feels like home. 
                G                     Bm   G 
It's the way of life, it's the life I live, 
        D                     A 
And I'm right where I want to be. 
           Em         Em/F#   A 
A patch of ground and you and me. 
                  D 
That's the way it is. 
  G                         D   G 
Ohhhh, it's just the way it is. 
                  D   G 
That's the way it is. 
                        D   G  D 
Yeah, that's the way it is.