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and tough as can be
Musters the livestock 2500 strong
The journey ahead 1000 miles long

Adjusts his Akubra gives a wry grin
A bushmen's life is all he knows

FOR IT ALL,
WHERE THE DROVERS AND THE SHEARERS AND THE BUSHMEN AND THE REST
NEVER REACH THE ELDORADO OF THE POETS OF THE WEST.

AND YOU THINK THE BUSH

squatting in a caves
Trains crashing through caverns
Stick figures hunt mammoth
Crude language, dicksuck glyphs on tablets
Bushmen watchin world come

targets until moneys found
Suck you dry till you livin in the Kalahari
End up looking like a bushmen tracked in the safari
She a golden hoe
So she won't be

the doctor
To get my act together
I commend the Bushmen of the Kalahari Desert
For a panacea
Letting it all fall away

A tumor the size of a basketball feeding

Had a shaman put me in a trance
Took me to the Bushmen of the Kalahari
Round the fire they were doin' the dance
Sup Ayahuasca like brandy, quite

forest
Sitting under the tree
Smiling to the sun

I wanna be like this bushmen
And just for a moment
Do nothing else and smile to the sun
And I'm gonna be

want to go while the system burns
Pakili, Pakili, Pakili, Pakili kili dong We are the bushmen singing that song Pakili, Pakili, Pakili, Pakili kili dong

at the homestead overnight
For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are and the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight
There was Harrison, who

and shields
And the long flashing knives

And they hounded the Bushmen
From his painted caves and lands
To the merciless wastes
Of the Kalahari sands

ON THE RUN --
AND THE CAMP-FIRE'S "CHEERY BLAZES" ARE A TRIFLE OVERDONE;
WE HAVE GRUMBLED WITH THE BUSHMEN ROUND THE FIRE ON RAINY DAYS,
WHEN THE SMOKE WOULD

tired of reading prattle of the sweetly-lowing cattle
   Stringing out across the open with the bushmen riding free;
I am sick at heart of roving up

START IT -- WHY, HE ROUNDS ON THEM THE BLAME 
AND HE CALLS 'EM "AGITATORS WHO ARE LIVING ON THE GAME"
BUR I "OVER-WRITE" THE BUSHMEN! WELL, I OWN WITHOUT

Walking in the Dreamtime

James Reyne

The Whiff of Bedlam

1994

Went a'walking in the sunshine
About a thousand Brumby ghosts
Hunters bushmen bandits
And fence wire on the posts
Felt that ebony skin
And felt

The Man from Snowy River

Slim Dusty

Australia: Our Land, Our Music

1982

at the homestead overnight
For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are and the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight
 
There was

grunters and stragglers
Known travelers, hunters and gatherers
The ny bushmen flaggin down
The hitchhikee and
Then the two dorks pushed in
He said he matt

Relax take a front seat respect doesn't come cheap
Salutas to the bushmen from Kaapstad to Brooklyn
If we were actors you'd be John Goodman and Dolph