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