If you head west beyond the Darling
Near the corner country of New South Wales
You'll know you've struck the real Australia
When your wheels hit the Wanaaring Road
There's (sic) roos and pigs by the dozen
And every night they lie and wait
They'll gladly cause some extra damage
Compliments of the Wanaaring Road
If you head west beyond the Darling
Near the corner country of New South Wales
You'll know you've struck the real Australia
When your wheels hit the Wanaaring Road
Old Bob McLeod's been driving road trains
From dusty stations all out that way
He's got bad teeth cause all his fillings
Have rattled loose on the Wanaaring Road
If you head west beyond the Darling
Near the corner country of New South Wales
You'll know you've struck the real Australia
When your wheels hit the Wanaaring Road
A Wanaaring la** named Nancy Blacker
Was ten months gone when labour came
The boy was born in the family Falcon
Delivered by the Wanaaring Road
If you head west beyond the Darling
Near the corner country of New South Wales
You'll know you've struck the real Australia
When your wheels hit the Wanaaring Road