I've travelled across the country

On every beaten track

From the sugar cane to the Nullabor Plain

And I've been to Burke and back

But there's nothing I like better

Just before Australia Day

Than heading down the New England Highway

Got my boots on, got my hat on

Got my old guitar and a new song

For a week I'll be where I belong

With the big stars, Golden Guitars

Dream will be ours some day

Cruising the New England Highway

They'll be busking down on Peel Street

Looking for a lucky break

There's the chook man and the one man band

And Slim Dusty's in the Cavalcade

There's nothing I like better

Just before Australia Day

Than heading down the New England Highway