John Williamson - A Bushman Can't Survive lyrics

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 CHORUS No a bushman can't survive on city lights Opera rock and roll and height of heights His moon shines on the silver brigalow Shimmers down the inland river flow Out there where the yellow belly bites He's working with his hands today on a building site He can smell the Cypress on the floor It takes him to a sandy ridge out amongst the pines No shearin' no ploughin' anymore His kelpie dog is tired and fast asleep Sick of searchin' gardens for the sheep His master doesn't whistle tunes he's not in the mood His love for open spaces runs too deep CHORUS 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 CHORUS His moon shines on the silver brigalow Shimmers down the inand river Out there where the yellow belly bites