Boys from the bush Been shearing sheep, we been mustering stock We been culling out roots, we been spraying the crops We've been droving cattle up an old stock route Now its Saturday night, we pile in the yute Were the boys from the bush and were back in town Well the dogs in the back and the foot goes down Were life members of the outback club Were the boys from the bush come in from the scrub Been out in the heat, we been loading the trucks Been fixing fences, we been choking on dust We curse the rain we curse the drought Now its Saturday night and were all in the shout We get high when the sun goes down We work the land through fire and flood Its in our hearts, it runs in the blood Well we raise hell when the sun goes down We get high when the sun goes down