Don't knock the old hillbillies People love 'em out in the bush A simple tune with words that you can hear Y' don't need complications where hearts are
open fire When you reach the 70's, Chad I thought that might be it You're just like a young bloke Champing at the bit I'll never retire John, old mate
I have seen a burning, never seen it higher If you haven't seen a firestorm You haven't seen a fire Saw 'em runnin' down the street, with no home to go
What am I doing here? On the banks of the Diamantina Where only skinny dingoes and horny lizards go The moon is loud and clear Like the notes on m' concertina
Sun goes down in the evening west Now you can see nature's best Red and gold in their full Now you can feel the evening cool Desert child lay down your
It was before the dollar And before the Pill I went to this rock dance - in Swan Hill I arrived in me E.K - hair slicked back And I saw his sheila in
A city girl is happy with her friends and family life Appreciates a wine with him at night She tries to find the sparkle, she searches but it's gone With
Galleries of pink galahs, Crystal nights with diamond stars, Apricots preserved in jars, That's my home. Land of oceans in the sun, Purple hazes, river
Teary eyes at the window, Where did Mum and Dad go? I wish someone would hurry up and come and get me, Gee I'm scared The cat shot through, She saw the
They called him Camel Boy But he was a man He walked behind us ...with a billy He tended the campfire ... and he made the tea Drowned in the colours ...
Just layin' with my lady on a houseboat in the sun Can't hear the city hummin', and I'm feelin' good With a belly full of oysters and some white wine
Chorus I'm Fair Dinkum, bloody oath I am I've loved the smell of gum leaves, since I was in a pram Some places may be greener, but I don't give a damn
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
Where is the glory when war is won A man hits the bottle and belts his son So I ran away to the Cattle Run Where I learned to fight and swallow rum And
There's a rose bush in the garden Been there since I was born That celebrates its age without fear I touch the velvet petals And smell the breath of angels
Perfectly pretty, perfectly shy Little girl from the dryland, wonderin' why There's no trees on the south side To stop that howlin' wind Little girl from
I'll sing you the desert, where blackmen sailed Waterhole to water, where whitemen failed See the face of dreamers, forgotten souls Hear the voice of
Now's not the time for wailin' While there's water in the river We'll all lay down and cry when it's gone I'll be a jackass and laugh at every sunrise