Words and Music by John Williamson
1986 EMUSIC PTY LTD
[AM]Push a wheelbarrow to [G]Broken [AM]Hill,
[AM]Test your endurance, [G]test your [AM]skill,
Where the [C]sun is hot and the [G]hills are [AM]slow.
[AM]Ten grand [G]to the [AM]winners;
[AM]Push a wheelbarrow to [G]Broken [AM]Hill,
[AM]Test your endurance, [G]test your [AM]skill.
With a [C]pick and shovel and an [G]old crow[AM]bar
And a [AM]billy wrapped [G]up in a [AM]blanket.
(CHORUS)
[C]Put your men through the [G7]toughest [C]test,
[F]Half a dozen of the v[G7]ery [C]best.
The [F]team to beat is [G7]from the [AM]west.
You've gotta be fit or the heat will kill.
The man with the flag and the paint on his shirt,
Loves the town like his mother.
Push your wheelbarrow to Broken Hill,
Test your endurance, test your skill.
Quicker changes up the rise,
Keep the driver sober.
(SECOND CHORUS)
Paint me a purple billabong,
Where the limbs are hollow but the roots are strong,
Where the world is peaceful all day long,
oh, [F]Paint me a purple [G7]billa[C]bong,
Where the [F]limbs are [C]hollow but the [G7]roots are [C]strong,
Where the [F]world is peaceful [G7]all day [AM]long.
Paint this country how it feels,
A rusty roof, a horse on wheels.
Shirts and singlets on the line,
Little chance of rain.
Push a wheelbarrow to Broken Hill,
Test your endurance, test your skill
It's gonna get harder every year stiffer competition
(THIRD CHORUS)
Paint me a pub, it'll suit me fine,
A bucket of yabbies and a barrel of wine,
Paint me a Mallee tree down by the mine.
Oh paint me a pub, it'll suit me fine,
A bucket of yabbies and a barrel of wine,
Paint me a wheelbarrow over the line.
1986 EMUSIC PTY LTD
[AM]Push a wheelbarrow to [G]Broken [AM]Hill,
[AM]Test your endurance, [G]test your [AM]skill,
Where the [C]sun is hot and the [G]hills are [AM]slow.
[AM]Ten grand [G]to the [AM]winners;
[AM]Push a wheelbarrow to [G]Broken [AM]Hill,
[AM]Test your endurance, [G]test your [AM]skill.
With a [C]pick and shovel and an [G]old crow[AM]bar
And a [AM]billy wrapped [G]up in a [AM]blanket.
(CHORUS)
[C]Put your men through the [G7]toughest [C]test,
[F]Half a dozen of the v[G7]ery [C]best.
The [F]team to beat is [G7]from the [AM]west.
You've gotta be fit or the heat will kill.
The man with the flag and the paint on his shirt,
Loves the town like his mother.
Push your wheelbarrow to Broken Hill,
Test your endurance, test your skill.
Quicker changes up the rise,
Keep the driver sober.
(SECOND CHORUS)
Paint me a purple billabong,
Where the limbs are hollow but the roots are strong,
Where the world is peaceful all day long,
oh, [F]Paint me a purple [G7]billa[C]bong,
Where the [F]limbs are [C]hollow but the [G7]roots are [C]strong,
Where the [F]world is peaceful [G7]all day [AM]long.
Paint this country how it feels,
A rusty roof, a horse on wheels.
Shirts and singlets on the line,
Little chance of rain.
Push a wheelbarrow to Broken Hill,
Test your endurance, test your skill
It's gonna get harder every year stiffer competition
(THIRD CHORUS)
Paint me a pub, it'll suit me fine,
A bucket of yabbies and a barrel of wine,
Paint me a Mallee tree down by the mine.
Oh paint me a pub, it'll suit me fine,
A bucket of yabbies and a barrel of wine,
Paint me a wheelbarrow over the line.
