Walkabouts
Buffalo Ballet

When Abilene was young and gay
And thunder storms filled up the days
The cattle roam outside the town

Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun

Then tracks were laid across the plain
By broken old men in torrid rain
The towns grew up, and the people were still

Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun
Sleeping in the midday sun

We all joined in
(And) We all joined hands
We all joined in
To help run this land