Verse 1
Two city boys set out across the country
To look for gold
they thought was in the hills
They were going to meet
The Hatman in Omarama
This time tomorrow they’ll be there
Verse 2
Scrambling through the hills
Towards the Clutha
They laughed at the ideal
that more is less
It was easy as just wading in the water
To find an ounce of instant happiness
Verse 3
Like magic gold appeared
just like a rainbow
Shovelling shaky fingers
through the sand
Carefully covering every single footprint
In case someone made a claim
upon their land
Just then a shot was heard
from in the hills
City boys, welcome to the country
Chorus
Welcome to the country
Make yourself at home
Leave it like you found it
Treat it like your own
credits
from FRENCH FARM,
track released August 19, 2018
Written and performed by The Wards
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