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CWell I’ve ripped and dug out burrows oG7n a sandy bulloak hill, CEradicating rabbits doesn’tG7 take a lot of skill (END OF SINGLE DOWN STRUM) AMBut a boy born in the Mallee doesn’t find ’em hard G7to kill
CNo self-respecting farmer lets aG7 rodent eat his wheat CHe’ll shoot ’em and he’ll skin ’em and he’lG7l dress ’em up to eat AMBut since the spread of mixo He’s almost got ’em beG7at G7And I don’t mind at all if you call me a MalleeC boy
Where little town dogs howl at the morning train, Where a cocky makes a living on twelve inches of rain Where his woman provides and is rare to complain And I still love the smell of that sandy soil, Some say it’s dusty, some say it’s gold Cause it grows the sweetest fat lambs the markets ever sold And I don’t mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy,
FWoooo….do-do, do-doC, do – doo G7No I don’t mind at all if you call me a CMallee Boy.
Where you can lose an ear on duck opening day, Where slickers bring their shotguns from miles away, And shoot the life out of shags and swans that fly their way. Where a bloke grows as stocky as a Mallee bull, Where they come from miles around to see the tractor pull, When the paddocks are clean and seed silos are full, And I don’t mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy. G7 C Well I’ve ripped and dug out burrows on a sandy bulloak hill, Eradicating rabbits doesn’t take a lot of skill, And a boy born in the Mallee doesn’t find ’em hard to kill. But they’ll never be as rare as a Quandong tree My grandma made some jam for my brothers and me They’re like the Mallee Fowl you hardly ever see But I don’t mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy.
G7No I don’t mind at all if you call me Ca Mallee Boy. FWoooo….do-do, do-dCo, do – doo G7No I don’t mind at all if you call me Ca Mallee Boy. G7 C