Country In The Heart

Verse 1 I’m just a country girl, no boots or hats to show, Closest thing to boots I wore was that moon boot long ago. Broke me bones, not from ridin’ stock or chasin’ brumbies round, Just the kind of silly stumble that puts you on the ground..... .......And hats? .......Well, mate, I’ve only got a Bunnings straw I’ve worn, Keeps the sun off in the summer, out among the early morn’. Chorus ’Cause country’s in the heart, not the clothes upon your hide, It’s the pride that lives within you, and the land that’s by your side. It’s the music in your spirit, in your footsteps, in your bones, In the bird calls of the bushland and the wide red-dirt you roam. I’m proud of bein’ country, proud of this simple life... I love country… and I love it, I love it ... that’s life. Verse 2 It’s the sunrise on the paddocks, the peace at break o’ day, The wallabies at dusk-time, and the maggies on their way. It’s the stillness in the gum trees when the afternoon turns gold, And the stories from the old folks that were never fully told. No buckles bright or vests for me, no show or parade lights ... Just the honest way of livin’ that feels proper, clean, and right. Chorus ’Cause country’s in the heart, not the clothes upon your hide, It’s the pride that lives within you, and the land that’s by your side. It’s the music in your spirit, in your footsteps, in your bones, In the bird calls of the bushland and the wide red-dirt you roam. I’m proud of bein’ country, proud of this simple life ... I love country… and I love it, I love it ... that’s life. Bridge It’s mateship when you’re needed, lendin’ hands without a word, It’s yarns beside the campfire and the stories that are heard. It’s a cuppa on the table, with the door left open wide, It’s the straight-talk, no-fuss kindness that fills you up inside. Final Chorus ’Cause country’s in the heart, not the clothes upon your hide, It’s the pride that lives within you, and the land that’s by your side. It’s the music in your spirit, in your footsteps, in your bones, In the bird calls of the bushland and the wide red-dirt you roam. I’m proud of bein’ country, proud of this simple life ... I love country… and I love it, I love it ... that’s life.