Lucky country,
Living off a sheep's back,
Rollin' in clovers,
Spinnin' down a dirt track.
River swollen,
Splashin' in the water,
Jump in the billabong,
Kiss the neighbours daughter.
I'm dreamin' of days like these but,
I'm livin' in a different land,
And i'm doin' the best I can,
Come on Suzie while we got the chance,
But come tomorrow,
We'll be living in a different land.
Camping by a creek,
Been sippin' on a Coke can,
Fish are a-jumpin' up into the fry pan.
Stock is fat, we'll load 'em in a road train,
Money rollin' in,
Comin' down like a big rain.
I'm dreamin' of days like these but,
I'm livin' in a different land,
And i'm doin' the best I can,
Come on Suzie while we got the chance,
But come tomorrow,
We'll be living in a different land.
Load up the ute,
Tank full of diesel,
Cloud of dust,
And up into the foothills.
Suzie in my arms, riding on a big rush,
Said shes overflowin, flying on real love.
Still dreaming of days like these,
Still dreaming of days like these but,
I'm livin' in a different land,
And i'm doin' the best I can,
Come on Suzie while we got the chance,
But come tomorrow,
Whoa.
We'll be living in a different land.
And i'm doin' the best I can,
Come on Suzie while we got the chance,
But come tomorrow,
We'll be living in a different land.
Whoa, a different land.
Whoa.
Whoa.
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