| It’s morning and we’re gazin' through the window of the Ghan
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| Rockin' rollin' rollin' out across the timeless land
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| Winding thru the spinifex and miles of burning sand
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| With blue hills in the distance
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| People having breakfast in the comfort of the train
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| Diesel engine humming as she echos by the range
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| Building up momentum as we coast across the plains
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| With blue hills in the distance
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| Big old red buck kangaroo he stops to sniff the air
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| Shakes his head and looks about for danger anywhere
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| Old man emu makes a dash with the youngster in his care
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| With blue hills in the distance
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| Hey!
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| Namajira’s famous gums and ochre coloured plains
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| Sandy creeks that flow nowhere excepting when it rains
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| Mulga stands and desert lands that time has never changed
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| With blue hills in the distance
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| Willy Willy winds it’s way across the great expanse
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| Sweeping up the rolly polly in it’s spiral dance, hey
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| Building up with fury as it winds across the plain
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| With blue hills in the distance
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| It’s morning and we’re gazin' through the window of the Ghan
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| Rockin' rollin' rollin' out across the timeless land
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| Winding thru the spinifex and miles of burning sand
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| With blue hills in the distance
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| With blue hills in the distance |