Текст песни 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
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