E5                                                                     E7
Sitting on the sack with a cat on my lap, when I heard the screen door slam
 E5                                                                  E7
Next thing you know, she's driving down the road,  taking the Kombi Van
  A                   A7
Cried me a river,   cried all night long
 E5                                                                 E7
Left me no, not a glimmer of hope, saying I'm out of this dump I'm gone

[Chorus]

            B7                            A
Stick your honey-moon shack,  they don't call this living
     A7                      E7              Edim7
Out here at the back of the Birdsville Track

[Verse]

           E5
Well I've never been driven,  when it comes to women
                              E7    E5
They always get the better of me,  stockman at best
                                                    E7
I come from the West,  they always turn around and leave
 A                            A7
Tired of living,  swallowing dust and sand and flies
 E5                                                                 E7
Don't take long I’ll do the city run,  to find a soph-ophisticated guy

[Chorus]

            B7                            A
Stick your honey-moon shack,  they don't call this living
     A7                      E7              Edim7
Out here at the back of the Birdsville Track

[Bridge]

        A                                              A7
Well I mailed my letter from the general store and an answer did come back
           E5                                            E7
From the sweetest thing you ever did see, sent her photograph
        A                                   A7
Well I found her in the lonely hearts of a country magazine
 B7                                  A                                E7
Good things come to those who wait, better than never, its better to leave

[Solo]

 E5   E7 E5   E7  E5   E7 E5   E7  A  A7 B7  A  E7

[Verse]

 E5                                                                    E7
Well one of these days, I'll find me a babe, that loves this out-back life
         E5                                                           E7
And this one that's coming could be the woman,  and maybe she's just right
 A                            A7
Hide in the desert, we'll be counting all the stars
 E5                                                             E7
Holding me tight, all through the night,  it never would be so hard

[Chorus]

           B7                       A
Love that honey-moon shack,  we’ll call this living
     A7                      E7              Edim7
Out here at the back of the Birdsville Track
           B7                       A
Love that honey-moon shack,  we’ll call this living
     A7                      E7             Edim7
Out here at the back of the Birdsville Track
           B7                       A
Love that honey-moon shack,  we’ll call this living
     A7                      E7             Edim7
Out here at the back of the Birdsville Track
           B7                       A
Love that honey-moon shack,  we’ll call this living
     A7                      E7
Out here at the back of the Birdsville Track