I was born on an old bush farm, so I've got country rootsAnd you could say I learned to sing with cow dung on my bootsI sang my own bush stories, they came straight off the landI've never tried to put on side, and that's the way I amOh, I know I'm no oil painting, but I can handle thatSpent my life with an old guitar and a turned-down bushman's hatOh, I'd say our brand of music has got the edge on Uncle SamAnd I'll remain always the same exactly as I amI love the sunburned country, she's big, wide and dryWhere the never-ending sameness stretches out to meet the skyYou can call me a stick in the mud, but I don't give a damnI'll remain always the same exactly as I amYou'll never take the country from this old bushman's veinsI love the smell of wood smoke and the taste of summer rainOh, and I love the smell of wood smoke and the taste of summer rainI'm fed up with all the hype, the traffic and the pushI pack my gear and away I clear to somewhere in the bushOh, I love this sunburned country, she's big, wide and dryWhere the never-ending sameness stretches out to meet the skyYou can call me a stick in the mud, but I don't give a damnI'll remain always the same, exactly as I amI love this sunburned country, she's big, wide and dryWhere the never-ending sameness stretches out to meet the skyI'm a bit rough round the edges, but it's a bit late now to changeI'll remain always the same, exactly as I amYou don't believe me?I'll remain always the same, exactly as I amI'll remain always the same, exactly as I am