Scrubbashin

E
Johnno drives a Cruiser, Stretch is 
in his Ute,

Kenny's old Torana is hangin' for a 
hoot.
     A
From Tennant Creek to Longreach,

It's not a real exclusive club.
            E
Just find a quiet little turnoff,
    B                   E
And fang it through the scrub.

     A
Scrubbashin' in a cloud of dust,

Foot's flat to the floor.
    E
I'm flat strap out the back,

Kickin' up the dirt track.

That's what we come here for.
A
Buckin' like a stump jump plough,

I'm comin' back for more.
        E        B      E
It's my passion....scrubbashin'.

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       E
Well I found myself a paddock and it
 might be a sin,

But I was carving dirt with circle 
work

When the cops came to haul me in.
        A
Well he took the keys of the old HT,

And said 'I'm sorry son,
        E
But its time you learnt your lesson,
       B                E
Let me show you how its done'.

     A
Scrubbashin' in a cloud of dust,

Foot's flat to the floor.
    E
I'm flat strap out the back,

Kickin' up the dirt track.

That's what we come here for.
A
Buckin' like a stump jump plough,

I'm comin' back for more.
        E        B      E
It's my passion....scrubbashin'.

[Instrumental]
A   E   A   E   B  E

              B              
You've got to keep that motor 
          A
humming,
       Bb     B                    A
You've got to keep it running hot.
       Bb     B                   
You've got to show 'em what you're
          A
 made of,
       Bb     B
You've got to give it all you've 
got.

     A
Scrubbashin' in a cloud of dust,

Foot's flat to the floor.
    E
I'm flat strap out the back,

Kickin' up the dirt track.

That's what we come here for.
A
Buckin' like a stump jump plough,

I'm comin' back for more.
        E        B      E
It's my passion....scrubbashin'.