Den Hanrahan

Den Hanrahan


Den Hanrahan’s music is part country pub rock, part poetic troubadour. He is a singer, songwriter, storyteller, guitar, banjo and harp player, stomp-box stomper, front bar larrikin.


“Watching Dennis play reminds you of the reason you like music, he has the passion and the talent” - Peter Patterson – Shock Music Publishing Pty Ltd

“…Hanrahan has the vocal presence to transform standard beer joint country rock into something above par – and its damn good fun! Yeehaa!” - Stuart Olds,

Den Hanrahan was born kicking and screaming and he’s not about to change. Part country pub rocker, part poetic troubadour, he is a singer, songwriter, storyteller, guitar and harp player, stomp-box stomper, lap-steel slider and on the odd occasion he’s even been known to step into hillbilly heaven and bring out the banjo!

Likened to alt. country artists such as Steve Earle, Townes Van Zandt and even Paul Kelly, Den’s music is country rock born of one-night stands and roadhouses, and he’s not afraid to take his audience along for the ride a with his gutsy vocals, lively guitar playing and raw, stripped back style. His gigs are bold and upbeat, yet he maintains an intimacy with the audience as he weaves his way through tales of the lonely life on the road and the characters he has met traveling on it.

Over the years Den has toured extensively, playing all over the east coast of Australia – from The Vanguard in Newtown to The Conargo Pub, from The Priory Hotel in Dongara to The Cornish Arms in Brunswick and virtually every town in between. Whether it’s the Tamworth Country Music Festival (each year since 01), the Red Dust Festival, Windmill, Woodford, The National Folk Festival, the Deniliquin Ute Muster, or even a foot-stompin’ pub gig, Den’s performances have them lining up and begging for more. His regular forays into the city scenes on Melbourne and Sydney is further testament to the broad appeal of his music and his capacity to draw audiences from all demographics.

2004 - Den launched his self-titled debut EP at the 2004 Tamworth Country Music Festival - promptly selling out the first pressing - and in March 2004 he scored a publishing deal with Shock Music Publishing Pty Ltd.
2007 - After a year in the recording studio with the brilliantly talented Michael Roberts (‘Black Crow Callin’ – Karl Broadie) Den’s much anticipated debut album, RED DUST has now been released.

Den is an artist in demand. He has played supports with The Hoodoo Gurus, Mick Thomas, Bill Chambers, Karl Broadie, The Re-Mains, Melanie Horsnell, Matt Corcoran, The Waz E. James Band, The Radiators, Steve Lucas, Fat Dusty, Killing Heidi and with International artists Rod Picott (Tennessee) & Shannon Lyon (Canada). He has often been joined on stage by the legend of Australia's country music scene, Bill Chambers, who rates Den as "one of his favourite singers".

Reviewing Den’s EP, Stuart Olds – - said “…the live bonus tracks perhaps epitomise Hanrahan’s appeal; foot tapping sing-along tunes (‘This Ol’ Train’) that keep the punters happy and keep the barman busy. For a born and bred Aussie, this guy sounds an awful lot like he just crawled out of a boxcar on some Southern state railroad, stumbled into a roadhouse, and started belting out southern style country rock as if he was weened on the stuff…” For a full review visit: and look under archives.

Helen Wadden
Dirtmusic Artist Management

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Highway 32

Written By: Den Hanrahan

Highway 32
I was born on Highway 32
I’ve always loved the road and I still do
A driving fury runs right through me
But it’s been wearing thin since I met you

I’d drive a thousand miles to get to you
You say it’s great to see me home with you
I’ve been away so long it feels so right
That I’m lying next to you tonight

Oh… I found you. Oh… I found you
Living in a town on highway 32
Oh… I found you

Think I’m gonna stop this life someday
Then the two of us can get away
The days all end and the seasons come and go
It’ll all work out together when we’re on our own

Stealin' Cars

Written By: Den Hanrahan

Stealin’ Cars
He started stealin’ cars when he was ten years old
The only way he could get back at his family
With a calculating smile and a cold steel eye
From the treatment he’d received since he was three
When he first got arrested in the summer of ‘85
He crashed a car and killed his friend
When the cops got on his tail and 100 miles per hour
He lost control while coming round the bend

Life rolled on, life rolled on.
The fever running through his veins
Life rolled on, life rolled on.
Oh oh oh oh

He was sent to detention at John Moroney II
To reflect and do the time for that boys’ life
Where he fell in with some boys while making his amends
I suppose you’d call them now the best of friends
They did a home invasion to get some easy cash
To help out what they’d picked up along the way
But in their haste and fury they made one hit too many
And for their crimes the judge said they would pay

He was sent to the LCC for the first stint of his time
Where his life became a troubled boiling pot
With knowing that he had twenty years and ten
And knowing hhe couldn’t have his time again
With his firey temper that he had one day
He opened up on an inmate in the yard
He was sent on up to E block and solitary confined
For three months to wait out for his crime
When he was let out and six months down the track
The hate was eating him up from inside
Where he opened up on the boy that he did before
And sent him up to knock on heaven’s door

Now he sits alone in his cell the days go by
They turn to weeks and then they turn to years
He remembers as the fire went out in that boy’s eyes
And knows that when he leaves here he’ll be there

Red Dust

Written By: Den Hanrahan

Red Dust
I’ve got sand in my eyes. I’ve been driving all day
I’ve got no fuel in my tanks and I’m a thousand miles away
I can see the light at the end of the tunnel
And it seems to me I’m feeling fine

I’ve got you sitting next to me to hold me when I’m down
I’ve got the sun shining cross the country
And the red dust trailin’ up behind me

I’ve got a red heart sunset out to the left of me
As the shadows get longer they’re bouncin’ off the trees
The weight of my eyes weighs heavy on my mind
Then that roadhouse comes into view

Yeah the road gets shorter as I drive
But I’ve got to stop to stay alive



01 Highway 32
02 I Live For You
03 Hope You Understand
04 Red Dust
05 The Ballad of Jimmy Lee
06 Colour of Your Eyes
07 Missing You
08 This Ol' Train
09 Mountain Road
10 The Farmer
11 Hey Hey
12 Stealin' Cars
13 Like Things Slow