INTRO Honey pack your bags, grab your old blue jeans, We're gonna go fishin' in a mountain stream. Well I know a little shack way up in the hills, Twenty-five miles from Harrietville, In the high country. Honey you should see all the stars up there, They shine so bright through the cold night air. I'm gonna build you a fire that'll burn real hot, And I'll stay with you at the old camp hut, In the high country. I've got my four-wheel drive and I'm ready to roll, I wanna go flyin' up an old dirt road. Up in the hills where the brumbies roam, This land must surely be God's own In the high country, in the high country. In the drought of 1882, The Maddison's brought the cattle through. From Mountain Creek to the Staircase Spur, We'll follow the tracks where they pushed the herd Up to the high country. I've got my four-wheel drive and I'm ready to roll, I wanna go flyin' up an old dirt road. Up in the hills where the snow gums stand, You can see forever across this land In the high country, that's where I wanna be, Walkin' with you by a mountain stream. High country, that's where I wanna go, Got my bags packed and I'm ready to roll. INSTRUMENTAL I've got my four-wheel drive and I'm ready to roll, I wanna go flyin' up an old dirt road. Up in the hills where the snow gums stand, You can see forever across this land I'm headin' for the hi-gh country. Headin' for the hi-gh country. I'm headin' for the hi-gh country. That's where I wanna go, hi-gh country. (repeat similar to fade)