With land and sky and lots of room, and a thousand miles or more I rev and point old purple (purple) on the Nullabor They say "G'day?" They say "How are you?" "you're gettin' thin on top You've been travelling like a big old ball of rolly polly grass," Like a big old ball of rolly polly grass, I'm rollin' on They say G'day old Dusty mate you're gettin' thin on top You've been goin' for so long now will you never ever stop? But with mates around the country it's the only way I see 'em And I've said before this travellin' mate is pretty close to freedom With land and sky and lots of room, and a thousand miles or more I rev and point old purple out across the Nullabor From the cattle country in the north to Tassie way down south Oh I've seen this old brown country in the big wet and the drought So get off your seat and come outback across the blacksoil plains And you'll find the old Australian ways have very little changed With land and sky and lots of room, and a thousand miles just gone Like a big old ball of roly-poly grass I'm rollin' on In the footsteps of explorers like the famous Burke and Wills Oh I've seen the dreamtime beauty of those Namatjira hills So don't ever try to pin me down to say where I like best I just like Australia mate, North, East, South, and West With land and sky and lots of room, and a thousand miles just gone Like a big old ball of roly-poly grass I'm rollin' on With land and sky and lots of room, and a thousand miles just gone Like a big old ball of roly-poly grass I'm rollin' on