Leigh Creek Road  (John Schumann)

It's a hard, hard living on the Leigh Creek Road
In dust you come - in dust you go
The sun strikes hard with a blinding glare
Creeks are dry, plains are bare
On the Leigh Creek Road

Seven in the morning and it's thirty degrees
And the day shift watches the night shift leave
Grey shale shimmers, not even a breeze
All that moves is the men and machines
Here I am on the Leigh Creek Road

Last night I drove to the edge of town
Where the stars get up and the night falls down
I don't know where I'm going to go
Hope that I don't die here
On the Leigh Creek Road

Mind works overtime, dreams run free
Dust blown days and wild-eyed dreams
You're earning big money by working the seam
But you blow the lot in the company canteen
On the Leigh Creek Road

Empty laughter, smoky blue haze
Nothing to do so you're late home again
Single men's quarter's got a girl on the wall
No one to see , no one to call
On the Leigh Creek Road

I think my thoughts when the others have gone
Lying in the dark, humming a song
One day soon now, I'll be gone
Leave my nickname here
On the Leigh Creek Road

It's a hard, hard living on the Leigh Creek Road
In dust you come - in dust you go
The sun strikes hard with a blinding glare
Creeks are dry - plains are bare
On the Leigh Creek Road