The Bush And The Boat by TuiGorge published on 2014-04-28T21:32:27Z Late 1940's. Just after the war. We lived in an inland timber town and occasionally headed to the coast for the weekend with relatives. Borrowed grandpa Tommy's line-fish boat, dragged for mussels, burleyed for snapper. This is how I remember one trip. The Bush And The Boat We escape from the pine trees and coast down the Kaimais Scull to the workboat and let her slip free Follow old estuary curves to safe harbour Mince up some mussels make the fish feed The cockpit fills quickly with fat golden snapper I'm sunburnt and satisfied my hands are on fire The bush and the boat give us wild pork and seafood The bush and the boat let us live like kings I like what I do and I do what I like Whinging and whining just won't fix a thing That whining just won't fix a thing We head back at sunset to Tommy's calm mooring Sell to Nug's fish shop and buy crates of beer A blaze on the sandspit with smoked fish and mussels Out comes the squeezebox and loads of good cheer As hoarse as the night we crash in our castles Then work in the bush in the morning The bush and the boat give us wild pork and seafood The bush and the boat let us live like kings I like what I do and I do what I like Whinging and whining just won't fix a thing That whining just won't fix a thing The lifestyle was different in the old days One people one country one flag One set of values, one law for all We were proud to call this land our home The bush and the boat give us wild pork and seafood The bush and the boat let us live like kings I like what I do and I do what I like Whinging and whining just won't fix a thing That whining just won't fix a thing Whining just won't fix a thing Genre Memories
