In the desert in the dry
Before the breaking of the rain
The temperature in the shade
Had reached a hundred and ten again

In the desert in the dry
On the overland telegraph line
Dont take the law into your own hands
Dont go looking for a fight

Ive heard the bullroarers

In the desert in the dry
Sun sits so high
Long days mile and the
Radio crackles and the bones bleached white

Its a knock-em-down storm
See the tin roof shake
Wild dog howls and the long grass
Whistles and the tall trees break

Ive seen the wild horses
Ive heard the bullroarers
Ive seen the wild horses

Shifting sands and broken plans
Lead me on to my homeland

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