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 flying'UP an old dirt road Up in the hills where the brumbies roam This land must be surely be gods own In the high country, in the high country In the drought of 1882 The Maddisons brought the cattle through From Mountain Creek to the Staircase Spur We'll follow the tracks where they pushed the herd In the high country 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, I'm ready to roll I've got my four wheel drive and I'm ready to roll I wanna go flying'UP an old dirt road Up in the hills where the brumbies roam This land must be surely be gods own In the high country, in the high country I'm headin' for the hi gh country Headin' for the hi gh country Headin' for the high country That's where I wanna go, High country