Autoscroll
1 Column 
Text size
Transpose 0
Capo: 3 Tuning: E A D G B E
[Verse]
Well,G I've ripped and dug out burrows on a sandy bulloak Dhill, eraGdicating rabbits doesn't take a lot of Dskill, but a boyEm born in the Mallee doeCsn't find 'em hard Dto k

-

ilD7l. No selfG-respecting farmer lets a rodent eat his wheDat, he'lGl shoot 'em and he'll skin 'em and he'll dress 'em up toD eat, but sinEmce the spread of mixo heC's almost got 'Dem bea

-

t,D7 and I dDon't mind at allD7 if you calDl me a MallD7ee boy. G
WGhere little town dogs howl at the morning trDain, whereG a cocky makes a living on twelve inches of raiDn, where hEmis woman provides and isC rare to cDompla

-

inD7. And I sGtill love the smell of that sandy soiDl, soGme say it's dusty, some say itD's gold, ‘cauEmse it grows the sweetest fat lambs the markets eDver

-

soD7ld, and I Ddon't mind aD7t all if you Dcall me D7a MalleeG Boy. Woo,C do do do do dGo do, noD, I don't mind aD7t all if yoDu call me a MD7allee BoGy.
[Verse]
WGhere you can lose an ear on duck openinDg day, where slickerGs bring their shotguns from miles away,D
and shoEmot the life out of shags andC swans that fDly th

-

eiD7r way. Where a Gbloke grows as stocky as a Mallee Dbull, where they coGme from miles around to see the tractorD pull, when the pEmaddocks are clean and seCed silos are Dfull

-

, D7 and I dDon't mind at alD7l if you callD me a MD7allee BoGy. D - D7 - D - D7 - G (harmonica)
[Verse]
Well, GI've ripped and dug out burrows on a sandy bulloak hDill, eraGdicating rabbits doesn't take a lot of Dskill, andEm a boy born in the Mallee doesnC't find 'em hDard t

-

o D7kill. But thGey'll never be as rare as a QuandonDg tree, myG grandma made some jam for my brothers andD me. They'rEme like the Mallee Fowl youC hardly eDver

-

seD7e, but I Ddon't mind at all D7if you cDall me a MalD7lee Boy.G No, I Ddon't mind at D7all if you caDll me a MalD7lee Boy. G Woo,C do do do do do do, G no, I Ddon't mind at aD7ll if you calDl me a MaD7llee BoyG.