Spirit of the Bush

He's staring down the barrel
Of another desperate day
Pulls on his boots
He can't walk away
He's running on empty
He's knocked about and bent
But he'll still be standing
When the river runs again

Is the spirit in the rock
Or pass the hat around?
Is it Freedom On The Wallaby
Or a dusty patch of ground?
Is it Waltzing Matilda
Or a hand upon your shoulder?
Is this the spirit of the bush?

She stares at empty cupboards
Just like the day before
It's been so long
She can't take it anymore
But she digs a little deeper
And somehow finds the strength
She keeps believing
There'll be better days ahead

Is the spirit in the rock
Or pass the hat around?
Is it Freedom On The Wallaby
Or a dusty patch of ground?
Is it Waltzing Matilda
Or a hand upon your shoulder?
Is this the spirit of the bush?

Was it there when young Ned Kelly
Stood up for those oppressed?
Or when the brave young ANZACS
Put their courage to the test?
Or is it out there with the battler
When he gives it one last try?
Through the darkest moments
You see the spirit shine

Is the spirit in the rock
Or pass the hat around?
Is it Freedom On The Wallaby
Or a dusty patch of ground?
Is it Waltzing Matilda
Or a hand upon your shoulder?
Is this the spirit of the bush? (hey, yeah-yeah)

Is the spirit in the rock
Or pass the hat around?
Is it Freedom On The Wallaby
Or a dusty patch of ground?
Is it Waltzing Matilda
Or a hand upon your shoulder?
Is this the spirit of the bush?



Credits
Writer(s): Lee Raymond Kernaghan, Garth Ivan Richard Porter, Colin Keith Robert Buchanan
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