Well a long day has ended with toil and it’s sweat,
On the veranda we sit and we watch the sunset,
Best time of the day for my man and me,
Me drinking cold beer and him drinking tea.

We talk of the day and the work that’s been done,
And of tomorrow, toil still to come,
We'll be up and working before the sunrise,
Cause here on the farm you don't work nine to five.

He's the heart of the land, this tired dusty man,
Though he’d laugh if you said so, kind of be nothing grand,
Just a battler survivin' just as best as he can,
But this land's in his heart and he's the heart of this land.

And we’ve seen some hard times but we got by somehow,
And we’ve been through too much to give it up now,
Though he’s not one for wearing his heart on his sleeve,
My man would rather die than pack up and leave.

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Though he’d laugh if you said so, kind of be nothing grand,
Just a battler survivin' as best as he can,
This land's in his heart, he's the heart of this land.

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For this is his country by blood and by birth,
To him there’s no finer place on this earth,
So many more sunsets from the veranda we’ll see,
With me drinkin' cold beer an’ him drinkin' tea.

And he's the heart of the land, this tired dusty man,
Though he’d laugh if you said so, kind of be nothing grand,
Just a battler survivin' as best as he can,
But this land's in his heart and he's the heart of his land.
This land's in his heart, he's the heart of his land.

{From the Slim Dusty Album: "'99"
Transcribed: Marten Busstra 2010