Colin Buchanan - Sons of the Country lyrics

He drives a red and yellow taxi down George Street He knows this city like it was his own But he talks about a life beyond the ranges And he dreams about the big sky of home Chorus... Sons of the country Daughters of the land All those precious memories running in your blood Of the hometowns in the heartland and the distant bush you love Sons of the country Daughters of the land You're from Come By Chance Busselton and Crookwell Yackandandah Louth and Warrego And though you left behind the mother bush who bore you You can hear her calling you home... Chorus... I can hear her calling I can hear her calling I can hear her calling me home... Chorus...