The Bushman

In 1925 A Bushman came alive Taught himself to shoot with a bow and arrow His will to stay alive Was burning him inside Day by day, he'd hunt in search of wildlife Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, the Bushman Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, 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 his songs on a wooden kalimba Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, the Bushman Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, 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 seen the world he's Livin' in It makes me so sad Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, the Bushman Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, the Bushman Bushman Bushman Bushman Bushman