On the Pilgangorra Ridge

There’s a bloke I know with hair white as snow
A blackfella who plays the didge
He comes from outback WA
From the Pilgangorra Ridge

We were having a beer on a day of cheer
Took two coldies from the fridge
He told me stories about his dreaming land
About the Pilgangorra Ridge

It’s like gold out there he said and stared
Lost in memories but no way lidge
You can dig for oil in that harsh red soil
Round the Pilgangorra Ridge

You’ll find no crude and it’s not much good
for a gold or silver bridge
but there is no minimum of this stuff call lithium
On the Pilgangorra Ridge