Malley Boy

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Well, I've ripped and dug out 
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burrows on a sandy bulloak hill,
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eradicating rabbits doesn't take a 
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lot of skill,
         Em                     C 
but a boy born in the Mallee 
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doesn't find 'em hard to kill.
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No self-respecting farmer lets a 
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rodent eat his wheat,
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he'll shoot 'em and he'll skin 'em 
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and he'll dress 'em up to eat,
       Em                      C  
but since the spread of mixo he's 
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almost got 'em beat,
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and I don't mind at all if you 
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call me a Mallee boy.

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Where little town dogs howl at the 
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morning train,
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where a cocky makes a living on 
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twelve inches of rain,
       Em                      C  
where his woman provides and is 
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rare to complain.
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And I still love the smell of that 
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sandy soil,
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some say it's dusty, some say it's 
gold,
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    Em                          
‘cause it grows the sweetest fat 
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lambs the markets ever sold,
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and I don't mind at all if you 
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call me a Mallee Boy.
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Woo, do do do do do do,
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no, I don't mind at all if you 
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call me a Mallee Boy.

[Verse]
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Where you can lose an ear on duck 
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opening day,
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where slickers bring their shotguns
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 from miles away,

       Em                          
and shoot the life out of shags and
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 swans that fly their way.
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Where a bloke grows as stocky as a 
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Mallee bull,
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where they come from miles around 
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to see the tractor pull,
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when the paddocks are clean and 
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seed silos are full,
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and I don't mind at all if you call
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 me a Mallee Boy.
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(harmonica)

[Verse]
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Well, I've ripped and dug out 
                             D
burrows on a sandy bulloak hill,
   G                               
eradicating rabbits doesn't take a 
       D
lot of skill,
   Em                             
and a boy born in the Mallee 
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doesn't find 'em hard to kill.
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But they'll never be as rare as a 
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Quandong tree,
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my grandma made some jam for my 
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brothers and me.
      Em                        
They're like the Mallee Fowl you 
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hardly ever see,
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but I don't mind at all if you 
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call me a Mallee Boy.
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No, I don't mind at all if you 
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call me a Mallee Boy.
    C                        G
Woo, do do do do do do,
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no, I don't mind at all if you 
D        D7      G
call me a Mallee Boy.