Slim Dusty - Indian Pacific Lyrics
From coast to coast by night and day, hear the clickin' of the wheelsThe hummin' of the diesel, of her ribbons of steelCarryin' the memories of a nation built by handSee the Indian Pacific span the landShe's the pride of all the railway men 'cross country where she fliesFrom blue Pacific waters to where the mountains riseBy lakes and wide brown rivers, through desert country drySee the Indian Pacific passin' byOh the Indian Pacific she goes rollin' down the trackFive thousand miles to travel before she's there and backBeside the line, a drover waves his battered old grey hatAnd kids are catchin' yabbies down by the river flatAnd a woman hangs her washing in a backyard near the lineAs the Indian Pacific's rollin' byHear the whistle blowin' lonely 'neath the Nullabor star lightSaluting those who walk across the track she romps tonightCallin' to the railway camp and the fitters on the lineI'm the Indian Pacific, right on timeFrom the silver of the Broken Hill to old Kalgoorlie goldShe mirrors all the colours of the land so hot and oldThen the western clouds are blooming and the air is just like wineAnd the Indian Pacific's makin' timeOh the Indian Pacific she goes rollin' down the trackFive thousand miles to travel before she's there and backFrom the waters of the western sea to the eastern ocean sandThe Indian Pacific spans the landOh the Indian Pacific spans the land
