GD
Well, I've ripped and dug out burrows on a sandy bulloak hill,
GD
eradicating rabbits doesn't take a lot of skill,
EmCD - D7
but a boy born in the Mallee doesn't find 'em hard to kill.
GD
No self-respecting farmer lets a rodent eat his wheat,
GD
he'll shoot 'em and he'll skin 'em and he'll dress 'em up to eat,
EmCD - D7
but since the spread of mixo he's almost got 'em beat,
DD7DD7G
and I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee boy.
GD
Where little town dogs howl at the morning train,
GD
where a cocky makes a living on twelve inches of rain,
EmCD - D7
where his woman provides and is rare to complain.
GD
And I still love the smell of that sandy soil,
GD
some say it's dusty, some say it's gold,
EmD - D7
‘cause it grows the sweetest fat lambs the markets ever sold,
DD7DD7G
and I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy.
CG
Woo, do do do do do do,
DD7DD7G
no, I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy.
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GD
Where you can lose an ear on duck opening day,
GD
where slickers bring their shotguns from miles away,
EmCD - D7
and shoot the life out of shags and swans that fly their way.
GD
Where a bloke grows as stocky as a Mallee bull,
GD
where they come from miles around to see the tractor pull,
EmCD - D7
when the paddocks are clean and seed silos are full,
DD7DD7G
and I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy.
D - D7 - D - D7 - G
(harmonica)
[Verse]
GD
Well, I've ripped and dug out burrows on a sandy bulloak hill,
GD
eradicating rabbits doesn't take a lot of skill,
EmCD - D7
and a boy born in the Mallee doesn't find 'em hard to kill.
GD
But they'll never be as rare as a Quandong tree,
GD
my grandma made some jam for my brothers and me.
EmCD - D7
They're like the Mallee Fowl you hardly ever see,
DD7DD7G
but I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy.
DD7DD7G
No, I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy.
CG
Woo, do do do do do do,
DD7DD7G
no, I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy.