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John Williamson

Mallee Boy

 

Mallee Boy

(الألبوم: Mallee Boy - 1986)


Well I've ripped and dug out burrows on a sandy bulloak hill
Eradicating rabbits doesn't take a lot of skill
But a boy born in the Mallee doesn't find 'em hard to kill

No self-respecting farmer let's a rodent eat his wheat
He'll shoot 'em and he'll skin 'em and he'll dress 'em up to eat
But since the spread of mixo He's almost got 'em beat
And I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee boy
Where little town dogs howl at the morning train
Where a cocky makes a living on twelve inches of rain
Where his woman provides and is rare to complain
And I still love the smell of that sandy soil
Some say it's dusty, some say it's gold
Cause it grows the sweetest fat lambs the markets ever sold
And I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy
No I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy
Where you can lose an ear on duck opening day
Where slickers bring their shotguns from miles away
And shoot the life out of shags and swans that fly their way
Where a bloke grows as stocky as a Mallee bull
Where they come from miles around to see the tractor pull
When the paddocks are clean and seed silos are full
And I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy

Well I've ripped and dug out burrows on a sandy bulloak hill
Eradicating rabbits doesn't take a lot of skill
And a boy born in the Mallee doesn't find 'em hard to kill

But they'll never be as rare as a Quandong tree
My grandma made some jam for my brothers and me
They're like the Mallee Fowl you hardly ever see
But I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy
No I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy
No I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy

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