A Bushman Can't Survive - John Williamson

Tania:

A city girl is happy with her friends and family life

Appreciates a wine with him at night

She tries to find the sparkle she searches but its gone

With lots of love she hopes hell be alright

Her man has gone all quiet he’s not at ease

He doesn’t feel at home he’s hard to please

He gets itchy feet he’s tired of noises in the street

He needs to walk for hours through the trees

No a bushman can’t survive on city lights

Opera, rock and roll and party pies

His moon shines on the silver Brigalow

Shimmers down the inland river flow

Out there where the yellow belly bite

Lee:

He’s working with his hands today

On a building site

He can smell the cypress on the floor

Takes him to a sandy ridge out amongst the pines

No shearing no ploughing anymore

His kelpie dog is tired and fast asleep

Tired of searching gardens for the sheep

His master doesn’t whistle tunes he’s not in the mood

His love for open spaces runs to deep

No a bushman can’t survive on city lights

Opera, rock and roll and party pies

His moon shines on the silver Brigalow

Shimmers down the inland river flow

Out there where the yellow belly bite

Tania:

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

No a bushman can’t survive on city lights

Opera, rock and roll and party pies

His moon shines on the silver Brigalow

Shimmers down the inland river flow

Out there where the yellow belly bite

His moon shines on the silver Brigalow

Shimmers down the inland river flow

Out there where the yellow belly bite