D Dmaj9
It's a plume of dust down an old dirt road,
G
And hanging off the rails at the rodeo.
D Dmaj9
A back verandah with creaking boards,
G
And the dark rage of a thunderstorm.
D Dmaj9
The stockman's bar at an old bush pub,
Bm G
And chasing mickey's through the scrub.
D Dmaj9
It's planting seeds and praying for rain,
G A
And the red dust running through your veins.
G D
It's just the way it is, it's the way it goes,
G A D
When my wheels hit the gravel road it feels like home.
G Bm G
It's the way of life, it's the life I live,
D A
And I'm right where I want to be.
D
That's the way it is.
D Dmaj9
It's a corrugated iron shed
G
And work boots on a backdoor step.
D Dmaj9
Scones in the oven and preserves in jars,
G
Talking prices at the saleyards.
D Dmaj9
It's long straight roads and one horse towns,
Bm G
And sheep dogs bringing the mob around.
D Dmaj9
It's she'll be right and having a go,
G A
It's good on ya mate and what do ya know?
G D
It's just the way it is, it's the way it goes,
G A D
When my wheels hit the gravel road it feels like home.
G Bm G
It's the way of life, it's the life I live,
D A
And I'm right where I want to be.
D
That's the way it is.
D G D G A
INSTRUMENTAL
D A/Db
It's the eerie still in the grey of dawn,
G/B G
Fields of wheat and rows of corn.
D A/Db
A rusty tank and flaking paint,
G/B G
A weary digger on Anzac Day.
D A/Db
It's the dreamtime land and Uluru,
Bm G
Aborigine didgeridoo.
D A/Db
It's battered hats and calloused hands,
G A
The spirit of a hard won land.
G D
It's just the way it is, it's the way it goes,
G A D
When my wheels hit the gravel road it feels like home.
G Bm G
It's the way of life, it's the life I live,
D A
And I'm right where I want to be.
Em Em/F# A
A patch of ground and you and me.
D
That's the way it is.
G D G
Ohhhh, it's just the way it is.
D G
That's the way it is.
D G D
Yeah, that's the way it is.