paroles de chanson A Bushman Can't Survive - Shamrock
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
lots
of
love
she
hopes
hell
be
alright
Her
man
has
gone
all
quiet
he's
not
at
ease
He
doesn't
feel
at
home
he's
hard
to
please
He
gets
itchy
feet
he's
tired
of
noises
in
the
street
He
needs
to
walk
for
hours
through
the
trees
No
a
bushman
can't
survive
on
city
lights
Opera
rock
and
roll
and
party
pies
His
moon
shines
on
the
silver
Brigalow
Shimmers
down
the
inland
river
flow
Out
there
where
the
yellow
belly
bite
He's
working
with
his
hands
today
On
a
building
site
He
can
smell
the
cypress
on
the
floor
Takes
him
to
a
sandy
ridge
out
amongst
the
pines
No
shearing
no
ploughing
anymore
His
kelpie
dog
is
tired
and
fast
asleep
Tired
of
searching
gardens
for
the
sheep
His
master
doesn't
whistle
tunes
he's
not
in
the
mood
His
love
for
open
spaces
runs
to
deep
No
a
bushman
can't
survive
on
city
lights
Opera
rock
and
roll
and
party
pies
His
moon
shines
on
the
silver
Brigalow
Shimmers
down
the
inland
river
flow
Out
there
where
the
yellow
belly
bite
He
tries
to
please
his
woman
the
lady
of
his
life
He's
standing
at
a
party
with
a
plate
She
finds
him
on
the
balcony
staring
at
the
moon
An
old
familiar
face
he
can
relate
No
a
bushman
can't
survive
on
city
lights
Opera
rock
and
roll
and
party
pies
His
moon
shines
on
the
silver
Brigalow
Shimmers
down
the
inland
river
flow
Out
there
where
the
yellow
belly
bite
His
moon
shines
on
the
silver
Brigalow
Shimmers
down
the
inland
river
flow
Out
there
where
the
yellow
belly
bite
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