A Bushman Can'T Survive

A city girl is happy with her friends and family life
Appreciates a wine with him at night
She tries to find the sparkle she searches, but it's gone
With lots of love, she hopes he'll be alright

Her man has gone all quiet, he's not at ease
He doesn't feel at home, he's hard to please
He gets itchy feet, he's tired of noises in the street
He needs to walk for hours through the trees

No, a bushman can't survive on city lights
Opera, rock 'n' roll and height of heights
His moon shines on the silver Brigalow
Shimmers down the inland river flow
Out there where the yellow belly bite

He's working with his hands today on a building site
He can smell the cypress on the floor
Takes him to a sandy ridge out amongst the pines
No shearing, no ploughing anymore

His kelpie dog is tired and fast asleep
Tired of searching gardens for the sheep
His master doesn't whistle tunes he's not in the mood
His love for open spaces runs to deep

No, a bushman can't survive on city lights
Opera, rock 'n' roll and height of heights
His moon shines on the silver Brigalow
Shimmers down the inland river flow
Out there where the yellow belly bite

He tries to please his woman, the lady of his life
He's standing at a party with a plate
She finds him on the balcony staring at the moon
An old familiar face he can relate

No, a bushman can't survive on city lights
Opera, rock 'n' roll and height of heights
His moon shines on the silver Brigalow
Shimmers down the inland river flow
Out there where the yellow belly bite

His moon shines on the silver Brigalow
Shimmers down the inland river flow
Out there where the yellow belly bite