Lyrics

Tough, you’ve got to be tough
my life on the farm so long, so short.
Just yesterday, it seems I ranged those hills ,
mustered sheep on the back of my horse.

I drove that jeep, that old army jeep
No brakes, low gears
rattle along slow and steady,
handles these hills better than any

Chorus
I’ll get back to the farm
I’ll go back home and buy it back
Catch the XPT to Bathurst
Catch the bus to Hill End
Kurrawarra gently waiting
For the grey green hills of home again

Whistle up the dogs,
Call the horses with
apples at the kitchen door
work to be done
Can’t lie in bed here no more

Wisteria blooms,
underground jars of jam keep cool .
Swallows swirl and dive, above the wood stove
in my warm kitchen

Chorus
I’ll get back to the farm
I’ll go back home and buy it back
Catch the XPT to Bathurst
Catch the bus to Hill End
Kurrawarra gently waiting
For the grey green hills of home again

Instrumental over middle 8 chords
Middle 8
Vast space, now a small room
ever changing faces daily
I want to get up and fly away
Fly back to Cockatoo
True to my dying day.

Chorus
I’ll get back to the farm
I’ll go back home and buy it back
Catch the XPT to Bathurst
Catch the bus to Hill End
Kurrawarra gently waiting
For the grey green hills
Where my soul dwells
For the grey green hills of home again .