Humpin' My Bluey - 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