Backroad Nation (Lee Kernaghan)

It’s road train dust on a Bulloo track
It’s canefields getting lit
It’s combine lights before the dawn
It’s an Uluru sunset
It’s forty thousand years of dreaming
The heartland keeps on beating

That’s us flying down an old dirt road
That’s us driving through fields of gold
Getting high on a country station
Rollin’ through a backroad nation
That’s us and I got you next to me
Right here is where I wanna be
We got a good vibration
Livin’ in a backroad nation

It’s wild and free it’s a saltbush sea
It’s pink gallahs in flight
It’s out of town it’s a tailgate down
It’s a campfire in the night
A way of life, it’s the life we’re living
As long as this big world keeps spinning

That’s us flying down an old dirt road
That’s us driving through fields of gold
Getting high on a country station
Rollin’ through a backroad nation
That’s us and I got you next to me
Right here is where I wanna be
We got a good vibration
Livin’ in a backroad nation

It’s unsung towns and ancient ground
A road that never ends
It’s the homeland song that when you’re gone
Calls you home again

That’s us flying down an old dirt road
That’s us driving through fields of gold
Getting high on a country station
Rollin’ through a backroad nation
That’s us and I got you next to me
Right here is where I wanna be
We got a good vibration
Livin’ in a backroad nation

Waiting On A Mate
Lee Kernaghan / Colin Buchanan / Garth Porter
(Universal Music Publishing / Perfect Pitch Publishing)

The fuel gauge is sittin’ on empty
The battery’s flat on the phone
Got a rip in the tank
And I’m stuck out on the razor back road

Yeah I’m waiting on a mate
Yeah I’m waiting on a mate
I’m out of range in the table drain
Waiting on a mate

Well Tom lives down by the river
He’s got a winch on the front of his ute
Well the sun’s getting hotter
And the water bottle’s just about through

I’m waiting on a mate
Yeah I’m waiting on a mate
When you crack the head and you strip that thread
Waiting on a mate

Waiting on the roadside, waiting by the river
Waiting on the sideline, waiting on the weather
Waiting for the weekend, waiting for the game
Waiting for the bride on your wedding day
Waiting on a mate

I’m sitting with the smell of the diesel
I haven’t seen a soul all day
I saw a bit of dust in the distance
But it blew away

I’m waiting on a mate
Yeah I’m waiting on a mate
I’m flat on my back up an old goat track
Waiting on a mate
When you’re up the creek and it’s looking bleak
Waiting on a mate
Waiting on a mate