Mallee Boy

C                               
Well I've ripped and dug out burrows
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 on a sandy bulloak hill,
  C                         G7
Eradicating rabbits doesn't take a 
lot of skill
      Am                           
But a boy born in the Mallee 
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doesn't find 'em hard to kill

   C                             
No self-respecting farmer lets a 
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rodent eat his wheat
      C                            
He'll shoot 'em and he'll skin 'em 
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and he'll dress 'em up to eat
    Am                           
But since the spread of mixo He's 
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almost got 'em beat
    G7                             
And I don't mind at all if you call
             C
 me a Mallee boy


Where little town dogs howl at the 
morning train,
Where a cocky makes a living on 
twelve inches of rain
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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,

F                      C
Woooo....do-do, do-do, do - doo
    G7                             
No I don't mind at all if you call 
            C
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.
 G7                    C
(harmonica....................)

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.
    G7                             
No I don't mind at all if you call 
            C
me a Mallee Boy.

F                      C
Woooo....do-do, do-do, do - doo
    G7                             
No I don't mind at all if you call 
            C
me a Mallee Boy.
 G7                    C
(harmonica....................)