The Bushman Songtext
von Steve Kekana

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