Hard Yakka Lyrics

A long day, sweat running down my face

Working hard, hard yakka for everyone

Building things and building places

I'm Australia's true blue collar son

Sam boy chomping at that clothes line

My coffee is always on time

Blue heeler and my dual cab ute

It's hard yakka (yeah!) you can't dispute

Through Toogoolawah (Wah)

Through sand and rock (Rock)

We we struggle only to hold those chicken bars

Through dirt and rain (rain)

Our ute remains (Mains)

We struggle only to contain our fate

It's hard yakka!

A long night, driving everywhere towing 20 meters or more

Tailgating every car I see, headlights shining through like the dawn

Katrina on her tablet and Sam boy in the back

No road too tough no map no luck, I'm a country boy who takes no slack

Sam boy chomping at that clothes line

My coffee is always on time

Blue heeler and my dual cab ute

It's hard yakka (yeah!) you can't dispute

Through Toogoolawah (Wah)

Through sand and rock (Rock)

We we struggle only to hold those chicken bars

Through dirt and rain (rain)

Our ute remains (Mains)

We struggle only to contain our fate

It's hard yakka!

Through Toogoolawah (Wah)

And anywhere we want (Want)

Katrina, myself and Sam boy we rein