High Country

Honey pack your bags, grab your old blue jeans We're gonna go fishin' in a mountain stream Well I know a little shack way up in the hills Twenty-five miles from Harrietville In the high country Honey you should see all the stars up there They shine so bright through the cold night air I'm gonna build you a fire that'll burn real hot And I'll stay with you at the old camp hut In the high country I've got my four-wheel drive, and I'm ready to roll I wanna go flyin' up an old dirt road Up in the hills where the brumbies roam This land must surely be God's own In the high country, in the high country In the drought of 1882 The Maddisons brought the cattle through From Mountain Creek to the Staircase Spur We'll follow the tracks where they pushed the herd Through the high country I've got my four-wheel drive, and I'm ready to roll I wanna go flyin' up an old dirt road Up in the hills where the snow gums stand You can see forever across this land In the high country that's where I wanna be Walkin' with you by a mountain stream High country that's where I wanna go Got my bags packed, I'm ready to roll I've got my four-wheel drive, and I'm ready to roll I wanna go flyin' up an old dirt road Up in the hills where the snow gums stand You can see forever across this land I'm headin' for the high country I'm headin' for the high country I'm headin' for the high country That's where I wanna go (high country) Got my bags packed, I'm ready to roll To the high country Headin' for the high country Headin' for the high country Headin' for the high country High country High country High country