Boys From The Bush

Boys from the bush

Been shearing sheep, we been mustering stock

We been culling out roots, we been spraying the crops

We've been droving cattle up an old stock route

Now its Saturday night, we pile in the yute

Were the boys from the bush and were back in town

Well the dogs in the back and the foot goes down

Were life members of the outback club

Were the boys from the bush come in from the scrub

Been out in the heat, we been loading the trucks

Been fixing fences, we been choking on dust

We curse the rain we curse the drought

Now its Saturday night and were all in the shout

We get high when the sun goes down

We work the land through fire and flood

Its in our hearts, it runs in the blood

Well we raise hell when the sun goes down

We get high when the sun goes down