C                               G7 
Well I've ripped and dug out burrows on a sandy bulloak hill, 
  C                         G7 
Eradicating rabbits doesn't take a lot of skill 
      Am                                              G7 
But a boy born in the Mallee doesn't find 'em hard to kill 
 
   C                             G7 
No self-respecting farmer lets a rodent eat his wheat 
      C                                      G7  
He'll shoot 'em and he'll skin 'em and he'll dress 'em up to eat 
    Am                                           G7 
But since the spread of mixo He's almost got 'em beat 
    G7                                          C 
And I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee boy 
 
 
Where little town dogs howl at the morning train, 
Where a cocky makes a living on twelve inches of rain 
Where his woman provides and is rare to complain 
And I still love the smell of that sandy soil, 
Some say it's dusty, some say it's gold 
Cause it grows the sweetest fat lambs the markets ever sold 
And I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy, 
 
F                      C 
Woooo....do-do, do-do, do - doo 
    G7                                         C 
No I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy. 
 
 
Where you can lose an ear on duck opening day, 
Where slickers bring their shotguns from miles away, 
And shoot the life out of shags and swans that fly their way. 
Where a bloke grows as stocky as a Mallee bull, 
Where they come from miles around to see the tractor pull, 
When the paddocks are clean and seed silos are full, 
And I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy. 
 G7                    C 
(harmonica....................)  
 
Well I've ripped and dug out burrows on a sandy bulloak hill, 
Eradicating rabbits doesn't take a lot of skill, 
And a boy born in the Mallee doesn't find 'em hard to kill. 
But they'll never be as rare as a Quandong tree 
My grandma made some jam for my brothers and me 
They're like the Mallee Fowl you hardly ever see 
But I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy. 
    G7                                         C 
No I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy. 
 
F                      C 
Woooo....do-do, do-do, do - doo 
    G7                                         C 
No I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy. 
 G7                    C 
(harmonica....................)