Out in the bar of Old Blue Heeler Pictures look back in time
Back to the sun and her face to the wind
Planes roll away every time
Looking back, she was a shack
On the edge of a northern dirt road
Drovers and mobs and road trains and dogs
Part of a trade that she's known
A hundred years on the Diamond Trina
The death of time for the Old Blue Heeler
She stood proud while folk just come and go
A hundred years and every boy
He sees a memory he can't restore
If she can talk, if she can recall
How they lived, loved and died
A hundred years gone by
Big by the sun, blistered by heat
Washed by the wet in its time
She's known every man who's hardened his hands
To making this country his home
Most people know that it's just a stone's throw
To where Patterson wrote down his lines
But as his belly boiled, his throat's been oiled
Pushed folk down through the times
A hundred years on the Diamond Trina
The death of time for the Old Blue Heeler
She stood proud while folk just come and go
A hundred years and every boy
He sees a memory he can't restore
If she can talk, if she can recall
How they lived, loved and died
A hundred years gone by
Rainfall, land of green
It's the prettiest sight you've ever seen
Flip of the coin and dust of bone
Humbug of bars and song
Carry on
So carry on
A hundred years on the Diamond Trina
The death of time for the Old Blue Heeler
She stood proud while folk just come and go
A hundred years and every boy
He sees a memory he can't restore
If she can talk, if she can recall
How they lived, loved and died
A hundred years gone by
A hundred years gone by
A hundred years gone by
A hundred years gone by