It's a sunburned country
A land
of sweet red plains
Out on the western plains It's a land that never rains
Cut off from the world By a great dividing range
Yeah,
it's a different world Beyond the great divide
The land can be so hard But somehow we survive
It's a life with roots deep in the soil And nature's hands at work
I keep my two feet on the ground And both hands in the dirt
Both hands in the dirt
Making hay while the sun shines
Well,
that'll be the day There's no rain,
green turns brown
And topsoil blows away
The sun beats down relentlessly
The earth is cracking dry Crops won't grow at all
Sometimes I wonder why we try It's a life with roots deep in the soil
And nature's hands at work I keep my two feet on the ground
And both hands in the dirt A life of faith in seeds and soil
And nature's hands at work I keep my two feet on the ground
And both hands in the dirt Both hands in the dirt
It's a sunburned country
A land
of sweet red plains
Rugged
mountain ranges Droughts, but
where's the rain?
Where's the rain?
Telegraph posts standing in line Spread across the plain Like a
line of pilgrims' arms held high They're praying for some rain
A farmer's standing in the field He's praying right out loud
Looking at a clear blue sky And searching for a cloud
It's a life with roots deep in the soil And nature's hands at work
I keep my two feet on the ground And both hands in the dirt
A life of faith in seeds and soil And nature's hands at work
I keep my two feet on the ground And both hands in the dirt
Both hands in the dirt
It's a sunburned country A land
of sweet red plains
Rugged
mountain ranges Droughts,
but where's the rain?
Where's the rain?
It's a sunburned country Let it rain,
let it rain
Oh, let it rain It's a sunburned country