Slim Dusty - The Pub with No Beer, аккорды

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Oh it's lonesome away from your kindred and all  
            
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By the campfire at night where the wild dingoes call  
              
C
                    
F
 
But there's nothin' so lonesome, morbid or drear  
     
Gm
              
Dm
                
C
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer  
 
     
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C
Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come  
           
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There's a faraway look on the face of the bum  
            
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The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer  
      
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C
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer  
 
     
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C
The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat  
           
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C
      
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat  
          
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But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer  
     
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C
When the barman says sadly, 'The pub's got no beer'  
 
     
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C
Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies  
   
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G
                
C
He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes  
         
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But when he is told he says, 'What's this I hear?  
      
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Dm
                 
C
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!' 
 
       
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C
There's a dog on the v'randah, for his master he waits  
    
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C
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates  
        
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F
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear  
     
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Dm
                   
C
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer  
 
       
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C
Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life  
     
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C
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife  
     
C
                                        
F
He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, my dear"  
        
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Dm
                          
C
Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer  
 
       
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C
Oh it's lonesome away from your kindred and all  
            
G
              
Dm
                
C
      
By the campfire at night where the wild dingoes call  
              
C
                    
F
 
But there's nothin' so lonesome, morbid or drear  
     
Gm
              
Dm
                
C
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer