You sing about a honky -tonk
somewhere in
Tennessee
You belt your way through swinging
doors like you're in a western movie
You knock down a bourbon
just to keep up the imagery
I'm sorry, but I don't understand
Well, there you are, an
Aussie in a ten -gallon hat
With your pointy -toed
Cuban heels and
Yankee things like that
And sounding more like
Haggard than a boy
from
Ballarat I'm sorry,
but I don't understand
Why don't you go to
Nashville where you belong
With all the other singing cowboys
Show them how to play
a country song, boy
But don't tell them you were born in
Australia
Well, I turn up the volume
to hear a country show
And on comes the expert with
all there is to know
About
Dolly
Parton's assets and how she's
watched them grow
I'm sorry, but I don't understand
Why don't you go to
Nashville where you belong
With all the other
U .S.
DJs
Tell them how to play a country song, boy
But don't tell them you were born in
Australia
Well, I think of all the heroes
buried in this land
I think of all the stories
underneath the sand
But all I hear is love songs from a
Yankee
Doodle
Band
I'm sorry, but I don't understand
Why don't they go to
Nashville where they belong
With all the other singing cowboys
Showing them how to play
a country song, boy
Don't tell them you were born in
Australia
No, don't tell them you were born in
Australia