Mallee Boy - John Williamson

Well I’ve ripped and dug out burrows on a sandy bulloak 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 bulloak 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 Mallee Fowl 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