Lyrics Mallee Boy - John Williamson

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