by John Williamson       Wouldn't you like to ride along a country road   I'll give you a gentle push   I swell with pride to see the countryside   When I wander aimlessly through the bush   'Cause that's where I get my music   And that's where I live my life   You can call me a jolly swagman if you like       Call it humpin' my bluey,I reckon that's the style   So why don't you climb aboard with me, along the road a while       Been workin' in the big smoke, singin' at the pub   I talk to people everywhere - they still love the scrub   Longing for a piece of land and the Eucalyptus air   So why don't you come with me, I'll take you there       Maybe we'll find a shack somewhere   Plant an avocado tree   With fences only to deep out the cows   Share a dream with me       I've spent some time in your town, at every waterhole   'Cause I must drink a big brown land to quench a thirsty soul   From W.A along the Nullabor and north to the black soil plains   Through cattle, sheep and hills of golden grain   The snow on Kosciusko   My friends in the Territory   Springtime in Tasmania, it all belongs to me