Wilurara

Alice can be glory bound She writes a poem on the dash She drives for miles along the highway outback Short cropped hair as dry as the desert air She loves this place for its freedom Alice can be come and go She lights a candle in the graveyard She'll soften some, and then she'll be gone Thin red skirt against the wide red dirt She loves this place for its freedom Wilurara, Wilurara Wilurara, Wilurara Wilurara, Wilurara Wilurara ngurra Wilurara ngurra Alice can be charm and grace She wears her earrings big and bold She's a glamour girl in another world Walks the dump, she's the queen of desert junk She sees this place as her freedom Wilurara, Wilurara Wilurara, Wilurara Wilurara, Wilurara Wilurara ngurra Wilurara ngurra, ngurra Wilurara ngurra And when it gets too hard to bear And the big is closing in You'll hear her sing, wilurara You'll hear her sing, wilurara You'll hear her sing, wilurara, wilurara Wilurara, Wilurara Wilurara, Wilurara Wilurara, Wilurara Wilurara ngurra Wilurara ngurra Wilurara ngurra, ngurra Wilurara, Wilurara Wilurara ngurra