Yorta Yorta Man – Jimmy Little
Verse 1
D
I was born, on the banks, of the Murray,
Bm Em A
Yorta Yorta, is my Mothers, tribal land.
A D
I’m her son, but my father’s name, I carry,
Bm Em A D
as I walk, through this great, and ancient land.
Verse 2
D
My father, taught me all the things, I needed,
Bm Em A
like identity, and dignity, with love.
A D
From his southern, tribal, coastal ways, of living,
Bm Em A D
Wallaga lake, and Gulaga Mountain, high above.
Chorus:
D Bm F#
I’m a Koori, and I come from, Cummeragunja,
Bm F#
where my people and my dreaming all began.
Bm A D
Someday I know that I will be returning,
Em A D
like the legend of my tribal boomerang.
Verse 3
Spoken: [if you wish to sing this verse, omit words in brackets]
D
My tribal ways are strong, and not forgotten,
Bm Em A
Though [all] my city ways of living,[well they] maybe grand.
A D
But you know, I could [pack it up, yes and] leave it, all tomorrow,
Bm Em A D
Sing: and go back, to my Yorta, Yorta land.
Verse 4
D
The nature, of the bush, in all its beauty,
Bm Em A
gives me strength, in my will, to understand.
A D
That no matter, where I go, my river people,
Bm Em A D
will be waiting, for this Yorta, Yorta Man.
Spoken: Join me.
Chorus:
D Bm F#
Sing: I’m a Koori, and I come from, Cummeragunja,
Bm F#
where my people, and my dreaming, all began.
Bm A D
Someday I know, I’ll be returning,
Em A D Bm
Like the legend, of my tribal, boomerang,
Em A D Bm
Like the legend, of my tribal, boomerang,
Em A D
Fade: Like the legend, of my tribal, boomerang.
