Country Wins

Verse 1 Back when Kawana was just gumtrees and sand, Gold Coast horizons, untouched by man. Sunshine Coast mornings, the bush all around, No high-rises, just magpies and soft, green ground. [Harmonica / guitar pause] Verse 2 Dad had no hard hat, way before health and safety, Rough hands in clay, shaping what was empty. Building bridges over creeks, linking bush to the road, Every span he made, a quiet testament showed. [Guitar / slide guitar riff] Chorus City lights are pretty, but they don’t touch the sky, You can’t hear the kookaburra when the traffic drives by. Give me dirt under my boots and win-d in the pines, Country wins, country wins, over tar and cement lines. [Echo/guitar] Verse 3 Now the suburbs gleam, the beaches lined in gold, But I still chase sunsets, not the silver or the sold. They’ve built their towers, their money and their plans, I’ll keep my mornings with gumtrees in my hands. [Harmonica / guitar riff] Bridge They’ve built their towers, but they can’t build the sky, They can pave their roads, but they can’t make it fly. Country wins, country wins, over tar and cement lines. [Guitar] Chorus City lights are pretty, but they don’t touch the sky, You can’t hear the kookaburra when the traffic drives by. Give me dirt under my boots and win-d in the pines, Country wins, country wins, over tar and cement lines. [Echo / guitar riff] Outro Dad’s bridges still stand, like veins through the land, Connecting the past to what’s built by hand. City may sparkle, but the country will stay, In the heart, in the soil, where I’ll always play. [Final guitar fade]