A city girl is happy with her friends and family life
Appreciates a wine with him at night
She tries to find the sparkle she searches but its gone
With lots of love she hopes hell be alright
Her man has gone all quiet he's not at ease
He doesn't feel at home he's hard to please
He gets itchy feet he's tired of noises in the street
He needs to walk for hours through the trees
No a bushman cant survive on city lights
Opera, rock and roll and party pies
His moon shines on the silver Brigalow
Shimmers down the inland river flow
Out there where the yellow belly bite
He's working with his hands today
On a building site
He can smell the cypress on the floor
Takes him to a sandy ridge out amongst the pines
No shearing no ploughing anymore
His kelpie dog is tired and fast asleep
Tired of searching gardens for the sheep
His master doesn't whistle tunes he's not in the mood
His love for open spaces runs to deep
No a bushman cant survive on city lights
Opera, rock and roll and party pies
His moon shines on the silver Brigalow
Shimmers down the inland river flow
Out there where the yellow belly bite
He tries to please his woman the lady of his life
He's standing at a party with a plate
She finds him on the balcony staring at the moon
An old familiar face he can relate
No a bushman cant survive on city lights
Opera, rock and roll and party pies
His moon shines on the silver Brigalow
Shimmers down the inland river flow
Out there where the yellow belly bite
His moon shines on the silver Brigalow
Shimmers down the inland river flow
Out there where the yellow belly bite