He drives a red and yellow taxi down George Street
He knows this city like it was his own
But he talks about a life beyond the ranges
And he dreams about the big sky of home Chorus...
Sons of the country
Daughters of the land
All those precious memories running in your blood
Of the hometowns in the heartland and the distant bush you love
Sons of the country
Daughters of the land
You're from Come By Chance
Busselton and Crookwell
Yackandandah Louth and Warrego
And though you left behind the mother bush who bore you
You can hear her calling you home...
Chorus... I can hear her calling
I can hear her calling
I can hear her calling me home...
Chorus...