out on the open range nothng in sight but the soils delight,
fewer trees than sheep and plenty of rivers deep ,
paddle steamers heading up stream with sounds of birds flying close by,
the country air rings its bell with the sound of deisel engine sounds,
the sun shining in thy eyes oh how it reminds me of mornings delight,
sheep and cows like children all in field playing around a bucking bull,
trains run wild along the tracks memories of old clanger sounds ,
through thy window i do see these things and yet i ponder how i live,
for train is a and home is b so that would by course make me c,'
if im c then i am free so come on down the stream with me,
enjoy the freedom that is nearer to me and be free my friend,
be with nature again enjoy the breez and fish again,
relax in the breeze of todays son and sit on back with me my friend,
heres a stubbie good old friend.