The Bushman
In 1925
A bushman came alive
Taught himself to shoot with the bow and arrow
His will to stay alive
Was burning him inside
Day by day he'd hunt and search on wild life
Wo ho
Wo ho
The bushman
Wo ho
Wo ho
The bushman
He fights like a man should do
He strives like a man should do
He never cries
He never lies
He's just a simple man
He lives under a tree
Hides himself and sleeps
His mind is tuned to be aware of danger
He never makes mistakes
Survival is his way
At night he plays a song on the wooden kalimba
Wo ho
Wo ho
The bushman
Wo ho
Wo ho
The bushman
He fights like a man should do
He strives like a man should do
He never cries
He never lies
He's just a simple man
All he wants to be is friendly
But nobody understands him
He's never the world he's
Living in
It makes me so sad
Wo ho
Wo ho
The bushman
Wo ho
Wo ho
The bushman
Bushman man
Bushman man
