A big old tree as naked
As a big old tree can be~
Standing in the red sand
Away out where everything is free~
Tumble weeds they lay about
And everything is still~
The sky all the same shade of blue
And only a slight breeze it moves at will~
But life out here does exist
The lizards and the likes~
Nothing moves much during the day
They all come out at night~
The nights they are as cold as sin
And the days are as hot as hell~
And the desert sands change all the time
Away out here where white man couldn't dwell~
Only the Aboriginee can survive
In a place that's often as hot as boiling fat~
For only they know how to live
In a land that could burn your hat~
Away out here in this arid land
Where water is as good as nil~
Little food and little shelter here
Where a man can soon lose his will~
The Australian Simpson Desert
A land that knows no care at all~
Not a place to be alone and unprepared
Many have died here trying not to fall~

Terrence Michael; Sutton
copyright 1988.