Up on the high plains it’s dry and it’s hot, and the wind it don’t stop for no one,
As the miles they roll by, see the earth touch the sky,
Up on the wide high Lonesome.
There’s a feelin’ of freedom that no man can reason,
A longin’ to reach for the sky
Where your spirit can wander way out over yonder
And wave to your troubles goodbye.
Well I do declare it’s a real fine affair, we’re floatin’ on air on the high plains,
My buddies and me, we’re footloose fancy free, and we’re feelin’ as high as the mountains.
Well there’s good ol’ Fiona and good ol’ Diana,
There’s good ol’ Di good ol’ Bron,
Good ol’ Freddie is here and we’re full of good cheer,
‘cos we’re sure glad that she came along.
And as we smoke our tobacci well there’s good ol’ Jaki
Who’s willing to lead us in song.
While the stars fill the night, such a beautiful sight,
And your heart it feels light as a feather,
Way up here all alone, all you want is to roam
For ever and ever and ever,
For ever and ever and ever.