While talking to a Sheila in the local bushman’s pub
I told her of my tale about this place out the scrub
Where a big black snake near bit me, it was huge I take an oath!
It came up to my campfire from within the under growth.
The night was cold and stormy, you could hear the trees go crack!
But earlier this morning it was blazing on my back.
Yeah that’s our country’s weather, can go from black to blue
And when you’re in the bush there's really zilch that you can do.
Don’t get me wrong