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A BUSHMAN CAN'T SURVIVE

Words and Music by John Williamson
© 1991 Emusic Pty Ltd

F   Bb   C7   F   


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A city girl is happy with her friends and family life

F             C7               F
Appreciates a wine with him at night

    F                              Bb       C7       F
She tries to find the sparkle, she searches but it's gone

     F                C7               F
With lots of love she hopes he'll be alright

    F                                  Bb 
Her man has gone all quiet he's not at ease

   C7                                F
He doesn't feel at home he's hard to please

F                                Bb
He gets itchy feet he's tired of noises in the street

   C7                                  F
He needs to walk for hours through the trees 

CHORUS

     F                             Bb
No a bushman can't survive on city lights

C7                                F
Opera rock and roll and height of heights

    F                  
His moon shines on the silver brigalow

Bb
Shimmers down the inland river flow

C7                               F
Out there where the yellow belly bites 


He's working with his hands today on a building site
He can smell the Cypress on the floor
It takes him to a sandy ridge out amongst the pines
No shearin' no ploughin' anymore 

His kelpie dog is tired and fast asleep
Sick of searchin' gardens for the sheep
His master doesn't whistle tunes he's not in the mood
His love for open spaces runs too deep 

CHORUS 

He tries to please his woman the lady of his life
He's standing at a party with a plate
She finds him on the balcony staring at the moon
An old familiar face he can relate 

CHORUS 

His moon shines on the silver brigalow
Shimmers down the inand river
Out there where the yellow belly bites.