Boys From the Bush - Lee Kernaghan

"Lads from the City" (to the tune of Boys From the Bush)

Verse 1:
We rolled up late in a four-wheel drive,
GPS lost, barely made it alive.
Tried to buy a latte, but the town was dry,
Now we’re stuck in boots and swattin’ at flies.

Chorus:
We’re the lads from the city, we don’t belong,
Took one step outside, now everything’s wrong.
Flies in our faces, dirt on our shoes,
These country roads ain’t built for dudes.

Verse 2:
No Uber, no WiFi, no high-speed train,
Tried to ride a horse, now we’re limpin’ in pain.
The cows keep starin’, the locals just laugh,
Guess we ain’t built for this outback path.

(Repeat Chorus)

Bridge:
We thought the country’d be quiet and neat,
But it’s hot, it’s rough, and we miss concrete.
Back to the city, that’s where we’ll stay,
Y’all keep your dust, we’ll take valet!

(Final Chorus)
We’re the lads from the city, we had to go,
But the country life just ain’t our flow.
Flies in our faces, dirt on our shoes,
One more mozzie bite and we’re singin’ the blues!