John Williamson - Malley boy
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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
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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. GWGhere 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
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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.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
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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)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
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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.