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
 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
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 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
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 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
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 No I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee boy