Biografía:
John Robert Williamson Order of Australia (born 1 November 1945 in Quambatook, Victoria (Australia) is an Australian country music singer-songwriter. He is well-known for playing in Returned and Services League of Australia (RSL) clubs at various venues around Australia. Williamson has released over thirty-two albums, ten Music videos, five DVDs, and two lyric books. He has received more than twenty-three Golden Guitar Awards at the Country Music Awards of Australia and has won two ARIA Music Awards (A.
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Otras canciones:
- A Bushman Can't Survive
- Back At The Isa
- Home Among The Gum Trees
- Three Sons
- A Bushman Cant Survive
- A Flag Of Our Own
- A Thousand Feet
- And The Band Played Waltzing Matilda
- Better Than A Picture
- Billabong
- Boogie With Me Baby
- Campfire On The Road
- Chandelier Of Stars
- Cootamundra Wattle
- Cracker Night
- Crocodile Roll
- Cydi
- Diamantina Drover
- Flag Of Our Own
- Flower On The Water
- Galleries Of Pink Galahs
- Happy Birthday My Old Friend
- Hawkesbury River Lovin
- Keeper Of The Stones
- Malley Boy
- Old Man Emu
- Prettiest Girl In The Kimberley
- Purple Roses
- Queen In The Sport Of Kings
- Raining On The Rock
- Rip Rip Woodchip
- Sail The Nullabor
- Salisbury Street
- Santa Bring Me A Dinosaur
- The Budgie Song
- The Shed
- This Is Australia Calling
- True Blue
- Tubbo Station
- Waratah Street
- Wildlife Warriors Its Time
- Wobbly Boot
- Wobbly Boot Hotel
- Woman On The Land
- Wrinkles
- You And My Guitar
¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Verse]
G D
Well, I've ripped and dug out burrows on a sandy bulloak hill,
G D
eradicating rabbits doesn't take a lot of skill,
Em C D - D7
but a boy born in the Mallee doesn't find 'em hard to kill.
G D
No self-respecting farmer lets a rodent eat his wheat,
G D
he'll shoot 'em and he'll skin 'em and he'll dress 'em up to eat,
Em C D - D7
but since the spread of mixo he's almost got 'em beat,
D D7 D D7 G
and I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee boy.
G D
Where little town dogs howl at the morning train,
G D
where a cocky makes a living on twelve inches of rain,
Em C D - D7
where his woman provides and is rare to complain.
G D
And I still love the smell of that sandy soil,
G D
some say it's dusty, some say it's gold,
Em D - D7
‘cause it grows the sweetest fat lambs the markets ever sold,
D D7 D D7 G
and I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy.
C G
Woo, do do do do do do,
D D7 D D7 G
no, I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy.
[Verse]
G D
Where you can lose an ear on duck opening day,
G D
where slickers bring their shotguns from miles away,
Em C D - D7
and shoot the life out of shags and swans that fly their way.
G D
Where a bloke grows as stocky as a Mallee bull,
G D
where they come from miles around to see the tractor pull,
Em C D - D7
when the paddocks are clean and seed silos are full,
D D7 D D7 G
and I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy.
D - D7 - D - D7 - G
(harmonica)
[Verse]
G D
Well, I've ripped and dug out burrows on a sandy bulloak hill,
G D
eradicating rabbits doesn't take a lot of skill,
Em C D - D7
and a boy born in the Mallee doesn't find 'em hard to kill.
G D
But they'll never be as rare as a Quandong tree,
G D
my grandma made some jam for my brothers and me.
Em C D - D7
They're like the Mallee Fowl you hardly ever see,
D D7 D D7 G
but I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy.
D D7 D D7 G
No, I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy.
C G
Woo, do do do do do do,
D D7 D D7 G
no, I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy.
G D
Well, I've ripped and dug out burrows on a sandy bulloak hill,
G D
eradicating rabbits doesn't take a lot of skill,
Em C D - D7
but a boy born in the Mallee doesn't find 'em hard to kill.
G D
No self-respecting farmer lets a rodent eat his wheat,
G D
he'll shoot 'em and he'll skin 'em and he'll dress 'em up to eat,
Em C D - D7
but since the spread of mixo he's almost got 'em beat,
D D7 D D7 G
and I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee boy.
G D
Where little town dogs howl at the morning train,
G D
where a cocky makes a living on twelve inches of rain,
Em C D - D7
where his woman provides and is rare to complain.
G D
And I still love the smell of that sandy soil,
G D
some say it's dusty, some say it's gold,
Em D - D7
‘cause it grows the sweetest fat lambs the markets ever sold,
D D7 D D7 G
and I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy.
C G
Woo, do do do do do do,
D D7 D D7 G
no, I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy.
[Verse]
G D
Where you can lose an ear on duck opening day,
G D
where slickers bring their shotguns from miles away,
Em C D - D7
and shoot the life out of shags and swans that fly their way.
G D
Where a bloke grows as stocky as a Mallee bull,
G D
where they come from miles around to see the tractor pull,
Em C D - D7
when the paddocks are clean and seed silos are full,
D D7 D D7 G
and I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy.
D - D7 - D - D7 - G
(harmonica)
[Verse]
G D
Well, I've ripped and dug out burrows on a sandy bulloak hill,
G D
eradicating rabbits doesn't take a lot of skill,
Em C D - D7
and a boy born in the Mallee doesn't find 'em hard to kill.
G D
But they'll never be as rare as a Quandong tree,
G D
my grandma made some jam for my brothers and me.
Em C D - D7
They're like the Mallee Fowl you hardly ever see,
D D7 D D7 G
but I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy.
D D7 D D7 G
No, I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy.
C G
Woo, do do do do do do,
D D7 D D7 G
no, I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy.
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