Tania Kernaghan - A Bushman Can't Survive lyrics

He sat by the door of the grand old Birdsville Pub<br />

His swag and gera was guarded by a faithful heeler dog<br />

He wore a shirt that would blind ya and a rumpled ringer's hat<br />

This old man was country, he left no doubt of that<br />

Well he sang of mobs of cattle moving down the Birdsville track<br />

And the camels carting wool in the early days outback<br />

He sang of wild eyed scrubbers runnin' flat out in the night<br />

Tryin' to ring the mob cause lightnin's quick to fright<br />

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He sat there hillbilly pickin' on a cracked and battered Gibson<br />

And the songs that he sang were all his<br />

Every song told a story and the more that I listened<br />

The more I realised this is where the country is<br />

Well his songs told how they did it and I felt a sense of shame<br />

And I wondered if the battler would ever be again<br />

His pride for his country rang true in every song<br />

And I wondered if the chips were down if I would be as strong<br />

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