From coast to coast by night and day
Hear the clickin' of the wheels
The hummin' of the diesel
On her ribbons of steel
Carrying 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 a-rollin' down the track
Five thousand miles to travel
Before she's bearin' back
Beside the line that drove away
Is battered old grey hat
And kids a-catchin' yabby
Down by the river flat
And a woman hangs her washing
In a backyard near the line
As the Indian Pacific's rollin' by
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh ooh

Oh the Indian Pacific dies

Oh she moves her wheels
Ah the Indian Pacific shines
Oh will the waves of Cisco
Hear the whistle blowin' lonely neath the Nullarbor starlight
Saluting those who walk across the track she rides 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 flowers are blooming and the air is just like wine
And the Indian Pacific's makin' time
For the Indian Pacific she goes a-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
She mirrors all the colours of the land so hard and old
The Indian Pacific spans the land
Oh, the Indian Pacific spans the land
Oh, the Indian Pacific spans the land