INTRO
We've been shearin' sheep,
We've been musterin' stock.
We've been cullin' out roos,
We've been sprayin' the crops.
We've been drovin' the cattle up an old stock route,
Now its Saturday night, we pile in the Ute.
We're the boys from the bush and we're back in town,
Well the dog's in the back and the foot goes down.
We're life members of the outback club,
We're the boys from the bush, come in from the scrub.
We've been out in the heat,
We've been loadin' trucks.
We've been fixin' fences,
We've been chokin' on dust.
We curse the rain, we curse the drought,
Now its Saturday night, and we're all in the shout.
We're the boys from the bush and we're back in town,
We get high when the sun goes down.
We're life members of the outback club,
We're the boys from the bush, come in from the scrub.
INSTRUMENTAL
We work the land, through fire and flood,
Its in our hearts, it runs in the blood.
We're the boys from the bush and we're back in town,
Well we raise hell when the sun goes down.
We're life members of the outback club,
We're the boys from the bush, come in from the scrub.
Yeah we're the boys from the bush and we're back in town,
We get high when the sun goes down.
We're life members of the outback club,
We're the boys from the bush, come in from the scrub.
We're the boys from the bush, comin' in from the scrub.
