Lyrics The Bushland Boogie - Slim Dusty

Day-o-de-lay-he, o-de-lay-he, o-de-lay-he, o-de-lay-he, dee, coo-ee
Day-o-de-lay-he, o-de-lay-he ha-de-lee-da-lo-de-lay-he, dee

They're forgetting about country blues
Wearin' out new pairs o' shoes
From the valleys and creeks to the Blue Mountain peaks
Everyone's spreading the news

Happy-go-lucky Jackaroos
Wait for the Saturday spree
And go for a prance to the old barn dance
In the Bushland Boogie Woogie

There's a Bullocky Bill with his dray
And the swaggie who falls by the way,
They make it on time and together unwind
When the Boogie Woogie fiddlers play

Such a rhythm has never been known
In the land of the old gum tree
And we can take it away from the U.S.A.
In the Bushland Boogie Woogie
That's right, the Bushland Boogie Woogie

Day-o-de-lay-he, o-de-lay-he, o-de-lay-he, o-de-lay-he, dee, coo-ee
Day-o-de-lay-he, o-de-lay-he o-de-lee-da-la-de-lay-he, dee

There's a story I heard yesterday
It's a story on old Farmer Gray
He doesn't know how, but his best Jersey cow
Packed up and wandered away

Oh-ho, the Bush Telegraph got the news
And the jackass laughed merrily,
'Cause they found her in town just steppin' around
To the Bushland Boogie Woogie

Oh-ho, you made me live, love and die
And the rain tumbled down in July,
But why worry now, I'm forgetting somehow
So Rusty, it's goodbye

Oh-ho, I've been a fool too long
So just stay away from me
And I'll be tappin' my shoes, and I'll be losing my blues
In the Bushland Boogie Woogie
That's right, the Bushland Boogie Woogie

Day-o-de-lay-he, o-de-lay-he, o-de-lay-he, o-de-lay-he, dee, coo-ee
Day-o-de-lay-he, o-de-lay-he o-de-lee-da-la-de-lay-he, dee

Such a rhythm has never been known
In the land of the old gum tree,
And we can take it away from the U.S.A.
In the Bushland Boogie Woogie