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Höfundur lags: Lee Kernaghan Sent inn af: Anonymous
[E]Johnno drives a Cruiser, Stretch is in his Ute,

Kenny's old Torana is hangin' for a hoot.
From [A]Tennant Creek to Longreach,

It's not a real exclusive club.
Just find a [E]quiet little turnoff,
And [B]fang it through the [E]scrub.

Scrub[A]bashin' in a cloud of dust,

Foot's flat to the floor.
I'm [E]flat strap out the back,

Kickin' up the dirt track.

That's what we come here for.
[A]Buckin' like a stump jump plough,

I'm comin' back for more.
It's my [E]passion..[B]..scrub[E]bashin'.

Well I [E]found myself a paddock and it might be a sin,

But I was carving dirt with circle work

When the cops came to haul me in.
Well he [A]took the keys of the old HT,

And said 'I'm sorry son,
But its [E]time you learnt your lesson,
Let me [B]show you how its [E]done'.

Scrub[A]bashin' in a cloud of dust,

Foot's flat to the floor.
I'm [E]flat strap out the back,

Kickin' up the dirt track.

That's what we come here for.
[A]Buckin' like a stump jump plough,

I'm comin' back for more.
It's my [E]passion..[B]..scrub[E]bashin'.

[A]    [E]    [A]    [E]    [B]    [E]    
You've got to [B]keep that motor humming, [A]    
You've [Bb]got to [B]keep it running hot. [A]    
You've [Bb]got to [B]show 'em what you're made of, [A]    
You've [Bb]got to [B]give it all you've got.

Scrub[A]bashin' in a cloud of dust,

Foot's flat to the floor.
I'm [E]flat strap out the back,

Kickin' up the dirt track.

That's what we come here for.
[A]Buckin' like a stump jump plough,

I'm comin' back for more.
It's my [E]passion..[B]..scrub[E]bashin'.

Johnno drives a Cruiser, Stretch is in his Ute,

Kenny's old Torana is hangin' for a hoot.
From Tennant Creek to Longreach,

It's not a real exclusive club.
Just find a quiet little turnoff,
And fang it through the scrub.

Scrubbashin' in a cloud of dust,

Foot's flat to the floor.
I'm flat strap out the back,

Kickin' up the dirt track.

That's what we come here for.
Buckin' like a stump jump plough,

I'm comin' back for more.
It's my passion....scrubbashin'.

Well I found myself a paddock and it might be a sin,

But I was carving dirt with circle work

When the cops came to haul me in.
Well he took the keys of the old HT,

And said 'I'm sorry son,
But its time you learnt your lesson,
Let me show you how its done'.

Scrubbashin' in a cloud of dust,

Foot's flat to the floor.
I'm flat strap out the back,

Kickin' up the dirt track.

That's what we come here for.
Buckin' like a stump jump plough,

I'm comin' back for more.
It's my passion....scrubbashin'.


You've got to keep that motor humming,
You've got to keep it running hot.
You've got to show 'em what you're made of,
You've got to give it all you've got.

Scrubbashin' in a cloud of dust,

Foot's flat to the floor.
I'm flat strap out the back,

Kickin' up the dirt track.

That's what we come here for.
Buckin' like a stump jump plough,

I'm comin' back for more.
It's my passion....scrubbashin'.

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