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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 searchs but it's gone
With lots of love she hopes he'll be alright
Her man has gone all quiet e's not at ease
He doesn't feel at home hes hard to please
He gets itchy feet he's tired of noises in the street
He needs to walk for hours through the trees
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No a bushman cant 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 bite
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 shearing no ploughing anymore
His kelpie dog is tired and fast asleep
Tired of searching gardens for the sheep
His mater doesn't whistle tunes he's not in the mood
His love for open spaces runs too deep
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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
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His moon shines on the silver brigalow
Shimmers down the inand river
Out there where the yelloe belly bite
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 searchs but it's gone  With lots of love she hopes he'll be alright  Her man has gone all quiet e's not at ease  He doesn't feel at home hes 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 cant 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 bite  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 shearing no ploughing anymore  His kelpie dog is tired and fast asleep  Tired of searching gardens for the sheep  His mater 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 yelloe belly bite