Lyrics Big Bad Bushranger - John Williamson
Big
Bad
Bushranger
You've
heard
about
Ned
Kelly
and
those
other
famous
crooks
I've
seen
them
on
the
TV,
I've
seen
them
in
my
picture
books
Well,
here's
a
little
song
about
a
bloke
so
bad
and
mean
An
evil,
vicious
outlaw,
the
worst
there's
ever
been
Oh,
out
in
the
bush
where
the
kookaburras
fly
where
the
gum
trees
reach
to
the
clear
blue
sky
There's
a
cave
in
the
hillside
where
I
hide,
I'm
a
big,
bad
bush-bushranger
Deep
in
the
cave
there's
a
big,
black
hole
that's
filled
to
the
brim
with
locks
of
gold
And
diamond
rings
and
things
I
stole,
I'm
a
big,
bad
bush-bushranger
Late
at
night
when
the
sun
goes
down
and
everyone's
asleep
in
town
I
count
all
my
money
in
my
dressing
gown,
I'm
a
big,
bad
bush-bushranger
I'm
a
bush,
I'm
a
bush,
I'm
a
bush-bushranger
Runnin'
from
the
law,
livin'
on
danger
Bang,
bang,
hands
up,
stick'em
up
straight
I'm
a
big,
bad
bush-bushranger
Got
a
rope
and
a
whip
and
a
gun,
of
course,
I'm
chased
everywhere
by
the
bush
policeforce
While
I
ride
through
the
night
on
my
big
black
horse,
I'm
a
big,
bad,
bush-bushranger
And
when
the
townsfolk
see
me
ride
they
lock
all
the
doors
and
stay
inside
And
find
a
place
that's
safe
to
hide,
I'm
a
big,
bad,
bush-bushranger
I
ride
thirty
miles
through
the
wind
and
hail
to
hold
up
a
bank
or
the
Royal
Mail
I
give
all
my
money
to
my
girlfriend,
Gayle,
I'm
a
big,
bad,
bush-bushranger
I'm
a
bush,
I'm
a
bush,
I'm
a
bush-bushranger
Runnin'
from
the
law,
livin'
on
danger
Bang,
bang,
hands
up,
stick'em
up
straight
I'm
a
big,
bad
bush-bushranger
I
sleep
every
mornin'
till
half
past
nine,
have
m'brekky
in
bed,
then
rise
and
shine
Get
dressed
in
my
best
for
my
life
of
crime
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