Hat Town

I was born in a hat town
Raised on the Warrago
Well it's hot out here but we tough it out
Like an old brick of loaf
From the back of the channel country
Across the western plains
The roads are straight and dusty
And the folks are much the same

Roots run strong and deep out here in a hat town
And we'll carry on down through the years in a hat town
And it might be Thargomindah
It might be Barkley Downs
If there's a pub and a store and not much more
You're living in an old hat town

Stuck out in the heat haze
On a half mile sixty zone
Just a ragtag bunch of buildings
Made of wood and tin stone
But there's a swag of stories
Most of them are true
Of how the locals pass the hat around
And pull each other through

Roots run strong and deep out here in a hat town
And we'll carry on down through the years in a hat town
And it might be Thargomindah
It might be Barkley Downs
If there's a pub and a store and not much more
You're living in an old hat town

We're rouseabouts and drovers
We're bushies tried and true
And we're out here for the long haul
We're not just blowing through

And the roots run strong and deep out here in a hat town
And we'll carry on down through the years in a hat town
From the back of the channel country
And across the dusty downs
There's a pub and a store and not much more
You're living in an old hat town

You're living
We're living in a hat town
Living in an old hat town
You're living
We're living in a hat town
Living in an old hat town