Bushy

Bushy
Its ten miles as the crow flies
from here to billabong
And that's where I will have a blow
back out where I belong
It's been a while since I've been bushed
or swapped yarns with a dag
Or been out duffing clean skins
Or slept upon my swag
I've diced my city job at last
They said I dragged the chain
by hiding in the dunny
when I ever felt the strain
I'm happy now as Larry was
I've lobbed back in the bush
I'm waltzing my matilda
and life is pretty cush
Now city life was on the nose
with ratbags drinking plonk
Galahs in cars with blaring horns
that honk and honk and honk
I'm taking Shank's pony
before I have a spell
and get back to hard yakka
by sinking bores and wells
Out beyond the black stump
where blowies never tire
and boiling up me billy
upon a bonza fire
I'll always be a bushy
who's dying to shoot through
I'll have a gig around the bend
and rarely have a blue
I'll get stuck into life again
away from city smoke
wandering the outback trails
a very happy bloke