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Chords and figures relative to the capo.

Figure 1 - = G*

e|---------3-3-|
B|---------0-0-|
G|---------0-0-|
D|---------0-0-|
A|-2-1-0---2-2-|
E|-------3-----|
   G*    G
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[Intro]
G D G G* G


[Verse 1]
                                   C          G               A7
As I drive through the country, so barren and burned with the sun.
      D                                          G
I see cattle and sheep strung out a long paddock run.
    C                     G                   C
The topsoil is blowin' in red clouds into the sky,
                                 G         Em
If it took twenty years to bring water out here;
    C             D           G
I'm sure it would all be worthwhile.


[Verse 2]
    G                C        G            A7
Old Indigo Jones forecast all this when he said,
         D                                                  G
"There's big droughts ahead and the Eighties will really be bad."
      C                       G                             C
And I see it all 'round me as I drive each drought stricken mile.
                                 G         Em
If it took thirty years to bring water out here;
    C             D           G
I'm sure it would all be worthwhile.


[Break 1]
C   C   G   Em   Em   C   D   G   G*  G


[Verse 3]
    G                          C            G          A7
The hot winds are blowing, the sky's just a dark dusty grey.
     D                                           G
Five years of drought and relief still seems far away.
     C                       G                      C
With stock slowly dying, its hard to face up with a smile.
                                G         Em
If it took forty years to bring water out here;
    C             D           G
I'm sure it would all be worthwhile.


[Verse 4]
   G                         C      G        A7
It seems old man drought has really taken command.
     D                                        G
He's burned up more than half of this big ol' land.
    C                        G                         C
The plains are a desert, the countrysides burnt up and gnarlled.
                                G         Em
If it took fifty years to bring water out here;
    C             D           G
I'm sure it would all be worthwhile.


[Break 2]
C   C   G   Em   Em   C   D   G   G*  G


[Verse 5]
                                  C          G              A7
The hot winds are blowin' and the whirlwinds dance o'er the plain.
          D                                              G
And you'd swear that this country had never tasted sweet rain.
        C                      G                          C
And the patient old trees just stand there and wait for a change.
                                    G         Em
Oh, if it took fifty years to bring water out here;
         C          D         G
It would taste like god given rain.