Tough Riders of Kowanyama

Out here where the waterways meet the sky,

Kowanyama, where the tough riders fly,

With my brothers, we stand tall and free,

Living this life, just my family and me.

Morning dawns on the Mitchell River wide,

Casting lines, feeling that southern tide,

Camping under stars, stories in the fire,

Living the dream, never gonna tire.

Hunting and riding, where the wild spirits roam,

Footy on the weekends, our second home,

Rodeo nights, hear the crowd roar,

This is our life, we couldn’t ask for more.

This my kind of life, chilling with my brothers,

Riding high, no need for other colors,

From the waters to the dusty plains,

Kowanyama, where the proud remain,

Living tough, riding through the storm,

Born and bred, where legends are born.

Many waters flow, stories that stay,

In the heart of my home, every day,

Tough riders, with spirits fierce and free,

This is our land, our destiny.

So here’s to the life that we hold dear,

Kowanyama, forever here,

With my brothers, I’ll always stay,

Living my life the Australian way.