[vocals Australian heavy accent] [intro - raw guitar riff] (Verse 1) Tin sky. Red dirt. A bloke on a busted chair. Esky sweating. Hat low. Smiling at nothing. (Verse 2) His mate pulls up. Kicks dust. "Roof's fucked. Ute's dead. River's dust." "Why the smile, mate?" (Chorus) Bloke points. At a crow. At a rock. Shrugs. "Cold one left." " here ya go mate". [solo] [verse] His mate sits. Clinks the tin. "Fair dinkum" Silence. Sun. Two shadows. One dry ground. [outro] She'll be right mate {end}
