The Last Frontier

D A/C# Bm G A

       D                          A/C#
It's a corrugated highway leading north from Port Augusta lined
     Bm               G      Bm     A
With ratted cars that didn't rate a tow
D                                 Bm
Salt plains out of Pimba and your eyes begin to stream
        G               C            A
Onto Kingoonya, huddled dusty by the road

  D                                 A/C#
Romantic notions shattered like the tyres that didn't hack it
         Bm            G         Bm       A
This has got to be the countries last frontier
        D                                    Bm
Where a sports cars next to useless, running cattle grids and river beds
   G                C  A
We drove a van from 1963

G                 A          D                 G
Someone mentioned walkabout, kiss your job goodbye
        D                                   A
Just to see the country shimmer through the windscreen
         G            A             D                   G
Drinking beer telling stories while laughter filled the night
D                             A            G  A  D  A
Flexitime's behind you like a bad dream

      D                         A/C#
Got a flat on ANZAC highway and Lawson on your shelf
       Bm               G      Bm       A
It's a southern comfort air-conditioned rage
        D                                       Bm
Where a homesteads more than just a cheap print dangling from a wall
    G                    C            A
And mateship's more than lines upon a page

        G           A             D            G
We went looking for Australia inbetween the TV lines
           D                         A
'Cause the ABC just couldn't make it real
  G          A              D              G
A colour documentary from a beanbag on the floor
D                            A            G  A  D  A
Never shows as much as it conceals

D                                       A/C#
Stark and blistered Alice Springs and a river runs with shame
        Bm                 G        Bm        A
And you wipe the sheets of bulldust from your eyes
 D                           Bm
Another countries uniform, mirage it falls apart
       G          C                   A
To the open gap between the truth and lies

G               A             D             G
Go and see your country mate, travel agents scream
    D                                 A
Politicians sell its heart just for a pastime
G                  A           D              G
Signs and highwire fences of a land where I belong
        D                             A
It's as if I'm in the outback for the last time

        G          A     D      A
For the last time     uh-huh
        G          A     D      A
For the last time     uh-huh
        G          A     D      A
For the last time     uh-huh
        G          A     D      A
For the last time     uh-huh

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