Humpin' My Bluey Lyrics - John Williamson

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