歌词
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
