A Bushman Can't Survive

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 hes not at ease

he doesnt feel at home hes hard to please

he gets itchy feet hes tired of noises in the street

he needs to walk for hours through the trees

no a bushman cant 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

Hes 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 doesnt whistle tunes hes not in the mood

His love for open spaces runs to deep

No a bushman cant 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

He tries to please his woman the lady of his life

hes 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 cant 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