New England Highway

Ive travelled across the country, on every beaten track,

From the sugarcane to the Nullarbor plain

And Ive been to Bourke and back,

But there's nothing I like better

Just before Australia day

Than heading down the New England highway

Got my boots on, got my hat on

Got my old guitar and a new song

For a week I'll be where I belong

With big stars, golden guitars

Dream will be ours some day

Cruising the New England Highway

They'll be busking down on Peel street

Looking for a lucky break, there's the chhok man

And the one man band, Slim Dusty's in the cavalcade

But there's nothing I like better

Just before Australia day

Than heading down the New England highway

Chorus,

Crusing down the New England Highway x2