E 
Johnno drives a Cruiser, Stretch is in his Ute, 
 
Kenny's old Torana is hangin' for a hoot. 
     A 
From Tennant Creek to Longreach, 
 
It's not a real exclusive club. 
            E 
Just find a quiet little turnoff, 
    B                   E 
And fang it through the scrub. 
 
 
 
     A 
Scrubbashin' in a cloud of dust, 
 
Foot's flat to the floor. 
    E 
I'm flat strap out the back, 
 
Kickin' up the dirt track. 
 
That's what we come here for. 
A 
Buckin' like a stump jump plough, 
 
I'm comin' back for more. 
        E        B      E 
It's my passion....scrubbashin'. 
 
 
 
       E 
Well I found myself a paddock and it might be a sin, 
 
But I was carving dirt with circle work 
 
When the cops came to haul me in. 
        A 
Well he took the keys of the old HT, 
 
And said 'I'm sorry son, 
        E 
But its time you learnt your lesson, 
       B                E 
Let me show you how its done'. 
 
 
 
     A 
Scrubbashin' in a cloud of dust, 
 
Foot's flat to the floor. 
    E 
I'm flat strap out the back, 
 
Kickin' up the dirt track. 
 
That's what we come here for. 
A 
Buckin' like a stump jump plough, 
 
I'm comin' back for more. 
        E        B      E 
It's my passion....scrubbashin'. 
 
 
 
A   E   A   E   B  E 
INSTRUMENTAL 
 
 
 
              B                        A  
You've got to keep that motor humming, 
       Bb     B                    A 
You've got to keep it running hot. 
       Bb     B                             A 
You've got to show 'em what you're made of, 
       Bb     B 
You've got to give it all you've got. 
 
 
 
     A 
Scrubbashin' in a cloud of dust, 
 
Foot's flat to the floor. 
    E 
I'm flat strap out the back, 
 
Kickin' up the dirt track. 
 
That's what we come here for. 
A 
Buckin' like a stump jump plough, 
 
I'm comin' back for more. 
        E        B      E 
It's my passion....scrubbashin'.