1861
In 1861, I was marched upon a ship
Cast down in iron chains for a crime I did not commit
As I look out towards the sun, amongst the darkness and the grit
The ship set sail for New South Wales, now I'm Australian
In 1891, I was drovin' from town to town
Tryna find a place for my wife and my kids, so we could settle down
Just east of Mitchell Downs, I met a man who became my friend
He sang me stories of spirits of old, Now we're Australian
You can take my freedom, well, I really don't need it
There's a spirit running through these veins
Of a convict man with a toiled hard hand
Whose fighting can never be tamed
When you tell me it's over, I'll still go drovin'
There is nothing that can hold me down
I live beneath the southern stars, I'm Australian, whoa
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
In 1914, my son was handed a gun
He and his mates were gonna see the world, gonna get the job done
They met their fears the day they leapt out of that blood-stained ditch
Shouting through the rainin' fire, "We're Australian"
Today I stand a wounded man, my son never returned
He met his fate with a thousand mates, they lay buried on hallowed ground
You can take my freedom, well, I really don't need it
There's a spirit running through these veins
Of a convict man with a toiled hard hand
Whose fighting can never be tamed
When you tell me it's over, I'll still go drovin'
There is nothing that can hold me down
I live beneath the southern stars, I'm Australian
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
I'm Australian
Cast down in iron chains for a crime I did not commit
As I look out towards the sun, amongst the darkness and the grit
The ship set sail for New South Wales, now I'm Australian
In 1891, I was drovin' from town to town
Tryna find a place for my wife and my kids, so we could settle down
Just east of Mitchell Downs, I met a man who became my friend
He sang me stories of spirits of old, Now we're Australian
You can take my freedom, well, I really don't need it
There's a spirit running through these veins
Of a convict man with a toiled hard hand
Whose fighting can never be tamed
When you tell me it's over, I'll still go drovin'
There is nothing that can hold me down
I live beneath the southern stars, I'm Australian, whoa
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
In 1914, my son was handed a gun
He and his mates were gonna see the world, gonna get the job done
They met their fears the day they leapt out of that blood-stained ditch
Shouting through the rainin' fire, "We're Australian"
Today I stand a wounded man, my son never returned
He met his fate with a thousand mates, they lay buried on hallowed ground
You can take my freedom, well, I really don't need it
There's a spirit running through these veins
Of a convict man with a toiled hard hand
Whose fighting can never be tamed
When you tell me it's over, I'll still go drovin'
There is nothing that can hold me down
I live beneath the southern stars, I'm Australian
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
I'm Australian
Credits
Writer(s): Duncan Toombs
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