Lyrics: – White Fella Man

I’m Livin’ in Eastern Arnhem Land, crocs, dugongs, barramundi.

Spearing turtles done by hand and Aboriginal ceremonies.

The language I don’t understand, law, skins, and family kin,

Their love and knowledge of the land leaves me looking in, cause

Chorus

I’m a white fella man

I’m a white fella man

I’m a white fella man

Livin in a black fella land

I’m a white fella man

I’m a white fella man

I’m a white fella man

Livin in a black fella land

The dreamtime is the only time that people here seem to understand

Kangaroos and buffalo, clapsticks played in the sand

Smiling kids run through the bush, families are everything

Football played bare-footed leaves me looking in, cause

Chorus

Crowded houses fishing nets, didge sounds so powerful

The dry, the wet, sweatiness, the land and sea so bountiful

Guard your language, guard your culture, the world outside is quickly changin’

White man’s world is like a vulture, it leaves me lookin’ in

Chorus

Credits:

Vocals, Acoustic Guitar – Jeff Aschmann

Percussion, Acoustic Guitar, Backing Vocals, Bass Guitar – Grant Luhrs

Electric Guitar, Backing Vocals – Col Anderson