Big galvanised roofs and monster pipes black
Pink and white clouds from a chimney stack
Red dust and hawks in the wind out back
And here I am at the Isa
What do you do in a town like the Isa
Retrenched at 50 become an old miser
Drink yourself blind so you're none the wiser
Sit at home with the race form and whinge
Just over the hill in his own backyard
The landscape becomes a picture postcard
Where the colours are soft but the life is hard
On the stations here at the Isa
Tonight's the night of the rodeo ball
Before riders and bull and horses stand tall
Through the Leichhardt East
Where fools gold flashes
And it takes a special kind of girl
To stay out here in this rugged world
Big galvanised roofs and monster pipes black
Pink and white clouds from a chimney stack
Never thought I'd return to this lonely track
And here I am back at the Isa