John Williamson – Mallee Boy (Guitar)

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Well I've ripped and dug out burrows on a sandy bull oak hill

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Eradicating rabbits doesn't take a lot of skill

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But a boy born in the Mallee doesn't find 'em hard to kill

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No self-respecting farmer lets a rodent eat his wheat

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He'll shoot 'em and he'll skin 'em and he'll dress 'em up to eat

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But since the spread of mixo, he's almost got 'em beat

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And I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee boy

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Where little town dogs howl at the morning train

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Where a cocky makes a living on twelve inches of rain

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Where his woman provides and is rare to complain

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And I still love the smell of that sandy soil

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Some say it's dusty, some say it's gold

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'Cause it grows the sweetest fat lambs the markets ever sold

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And I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee boy

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No I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee boy

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Where you can lose an ear on duck opening day

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Where slickers bring their shotguns from miles away

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And shoot the life out of shags and swans that fly their way

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Where a bloke grows as stocky as a Mallee bull

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Where they come from miles around to see the tractor pull

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When the paddocks are clean and seed silos are full

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And I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee boy

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Well I've ripped and dug out burrows on a sandy bull oak hill

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Eradicating rabbits doesn't take a lot of skill

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But a boy born in the Mallee doesn't find 'em hard to kill

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But they'll never be as rare as a quandong tree

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My grandma made some jam for my brothers and me

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They're like the malleefowl you hardly ever see

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But I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee boy

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But I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee boy

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No I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee boy