I could take the road that leads to home
To outback country, my kind of country
And the land to which accustomed
Just to leave this prison cell and return
To a free life on the farm,
that's fresh and country clean
from a clear, cool mountain stream
If I had my way, I'd take the highway
That leads to the dusty roads of home
To outback country, my kind of country
And the land to which you're custom'd
I've had my taste of this big place
I went wrong, Lord, where did I fail?
Oh, how I cry, cos jailbirds can't fly
I've two more years to go in this here jail
Just to leave this prison cell and return
To a free life on the farm,
that's fresh and country clean
from a clear, cool mountain stream
If I had my way, I'd take the highway
That leads to the home that I love dear
To outback country, my kind of country
Away from this prison life so drear
Away from this prison life so drear
