Born To Be A Yodeller

Slim Dusty

I’m just like an evenin’ breeze simply doing as I 
please,
And I think that you will all agree, that the ramblin’ 
life is best.
The ramblin’ north and ramblin’ west,
I was born to be a Yodeller, yes siree.

If’ I’d listened to my mum I would have a cattle run,
And a little homestead oh so nice.
But I jumped aboard a train, said I’m gonna’ make a 
name,
You will never find me in the same place twice.

When I left my country school people said I was fool,
I sat down and planned my life you see.
Then I wrote some little songs about the rippling 
billabongs,
I was born to be a yodeller , yes siree.

I’m just like an evenin’ breeze simply doing as I 
please,
And I think that you will all agree, that the ramblin’ 
life is best.
The ramblin’ north and ramblin’ west,
I was born to be a Yodeller, yes siree.

I’m just like an evenin' breeze simply doing as I 
please,
But I guess my freedom will not stay.
Cause there’s squeezies by the score, from sixteen to 
ninety four,
So I guess that I will fall for one some day.
Well so long boys.