D E
From coast to coast by night and day
A7 D
Hear the clicking of the wheels
G
The humming of the diesel
On her ribbons of steel
A
Carrying the memories
Of a nation built by hand
D
See the Indian Pacific span the land
D E
She's the pride of all the railway men
A7 D
Cross country where she flies
G
From the blue Pacific waters
To where the mountains rise
A
By lakes and wide brown rivers
Through desert country dry
D
See the Indian Pacific passing by
G
Oh the Indian Pacific
D
She goes rolling down the track
G
Five thousand miles to travel
D A
Before she's there and back
D E
Beside the line a drover waves
A7 D
His battered old grey hat
G
And kids are catching yabbies
Down by the river flat
A
And a woman hangs her washing
In the backyard near the line
D
As the Indian Pacific's rolling by
Fiddle Solo : D G D A D G D A D
D E
Hear the whistle blowing lonely
A7 D
'Neath the Nullabor star light
G
Saluting those who walked across
The track she rides tonight
A
Calling to the railway camp
And the fettlers on the line
D
I'm the Indian Pacific right on time
D E
From the silver of the Broken Hill
A7 D
To old Kalgoorlie gold
G
She mirrors all the colours
Of the land so hard and old
A
Then the western flowers are blooming
And the air is just like wine
D
And the Indian Pacific's making time
G
Oh the Indian Pacific
D
She goes rolling down the track
G
Five thousand miles to travel
D A
Before she's there and back
D E
From the waters of the western sea
A7 D
To the eastern ocean sand
G A D
The Indian Pacific spans the land
G A D
Oh The Indian Pacific spans the land