G                                                   D
Well, I've ripped and dug out burrows on a sandy bulloak hill,
   G                                      D
eradicating rabbits doesn't take a lot of skill,
         Em                     C                  D   - D7
but a boy born in the Mallee doesn't find 'em hard to kill.
       G                                           D
No self-respecting farmer lets a rodent eat his wheat,
    G                                                       D
he'll shoot 'em and he'll skin 'em and he'll dress 'em up to eat,
       Em                      C              D     - D7
but since the spread of mixo he's almost got 'em beat,
       D               D7         D          D7      G
and I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee boy.

 G                                           D
Where little town dogs howl at the morning train,
     G                                              D
where a cocky makes a living on twelve inches of rain,
       Em                      C         D    - D7
where his woman provides and is rare to complain.
       G                                    D
And I still love the smell of that sandy soil,
  G                             D
some say it's dusty, some say it's gold,
    Em                                              D   - D7
‘cause it grows the sweetest fat lambs the markets ever sold,
      D           D7           D       D7      G
and I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy.
    C             G
Woo, do do do do do do,
  D               D7         D            D7      G
no, I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy.

[Verse]             
 G                                      D
Where you can lose an ear on duck opening day,
             G                                      D
where slickers bring their shotguns from miles away,

       Em                          C            D    - D7
and shoot the life out of shags and swans that fly their way.
        G                                 D
Where a bloke grows as stocky as a Mallee bull,
             G                                      D
where they come from miles around to see the tractor pull,
          Em                      C            D   - D7
when the paddocks are clean and seed silos are full,
       D              D7           D      D7      G
and I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy.
  D - D7 - D - D7 - G
(harmonica) 

[Verse]
      G                                                   D
Well, I've ripped and dug out burrows on a sandy bulloak hill,
   G                                      D
eradicating rabbits doesn't take a lot of skill,
   Em                             C            D    - D7
and a boy born in the Mallee doesn't find 'em hard to kill.
      G                                  D
But they'll never be as rare as a Quandong tree,
  G                                         D
my grandma made some jam for my brothers and me.
      Em                        C        D   - D7
They're like the Mallee Fowl you hardly ever see,
      D                 D7      D           D7      G
but I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy.
      D             D7           D          D7       G
No, I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy.
    C                        G
Woo, do do do do do do,
      D              D7           D        D7      G
no, I don't mind at all if you call me a Mallee Boy.