Lyrics:

RSL 1984
Some kissed the girls; I kissed the floor
The Bover boys with their boots shiny red
Three-dollar champagne stirring my head

We rolled out the barrels, boys
We sang with a single voice

Let all tears turn to gold and the hell I've raised
Lord, let it fade away
As Your glories unfold, give me a part to play
Grant me another day

The surf and the sky and the Sunshine Coast of gold
Floating on a long board, life on hold
I never know the way, but You always take me there
And I need it now like the Mooloolaba air

We'll roll with the next wave, boys
We'll sing out, we'll make some noise

Let all tears turn to gold and the hell I've raised
Lord, let it fade away
As Your glories unfold, give me a part to play
Grant me another day

Red dust rises, clouds your every thought
You don't know you're deceived until you're not
Good dog, bad dog: they get to fighting in your head
The winner is the last one getting fed

GOD is alive and my magic is no good
And HE's called me out on this walkabout
HE leads me to water and traces each song line
And I know to know HIS ways are higher than mine

So roll out the road rig, boys
And sing with a grateful voice

Let all tears turn to gold and the hell that's raised
Lord, let it fade away
As Your glories unfold, give us a part to play
Grant us another day

Let all tears turn to gold and the hell that's raised
Lord, let it fade away
As Your glories unfold, give us a part to play
Grant us another day