Humpin' My Bluey

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 --- Humpin' My Bluey - John Williams and John Williamson