Chords for A Picture Of Home (1996 Digital Remaster)
Tempo:
93.15 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Eb
F
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Cm] [F] [Bb]
My story [F] swings around a bunch [Bb] of soldiers, [Eb] resting close behind the [Bb] battle scene.
There [Eb] were men from many nations [Bb] represented, a rugged, tough, united [F] nation's team.
[Bb] They spoke about [F] their own beloved [Bb] homelands, [Eb] resting far from all the tortured battle [Bb] scene.
On [Eb] this day, the lad who claimed the most [Bb] attention, a young Australian [F] soldier who [Bb] began,
[F] [Bb] Oh, I have never claimed [F] to be an [Bb] amateur, I [Eb] have never taken up the painter's [Bb] brush,
[Eb] But in words, my lads, I'll paint for [Bb] you a picture of my homeland and the wide Australian [F] bush.
[Bb] Have you ever [F] seen the western [Bb] plains at sundown, [Eb] and the fiery streaks that seem to blaze [Bb] across?
[Eb] And then later in the evening see a [Bb] ghost gunman, standing silently beneath the southern cross.
Have you ever heard the wild swan in its calling, [Eb] in the stillness of some [Bb] faraway lagoon?
Or [Eb] seen the place where Brumbies [Bb] come to water, they always come at rising [F] of the moon.
[Bb] Have you ever wandered through some ferny gully, [Eb] in springtime when the wattles [Bb] are in bloom?
[Eb] If you've never, then you'll never [Bb] know the sweetness that fills the air around with its perfume.
Have you ever [F] gazed upon a [Bb] peaceful homestead, [Eb] with the old blue mountain standing [Bb] in the view?
[Eb] See the homestead cattle grazing [Bb] by the river, from the hillside bounds an old man [F] kangaroo.
[Bb] In the evening [F] see the smoke rise [Bb] from the chimney, [Eb] tells that day is done and soon it's [Bb] time for tea.
[Eb] Hear the jackass laughter ringing [Bb] through the bushland, oh that's God's own country and home sweet home to me.
Have you ever seen a wheat field in the morning, when [Eb] the dawn wind ripples through the [Bb] golden grain?
[Eb] Or wandered through the farmlands in [Bb] the dawn time, and smelt their earthly sweetness after [F] rain?
Oh I [Bb] have never claimed [F] to be an [Bb] amateur, and I [Eb] said before I've never used the brush.
But I [Eb] hope my lads I've painted you a [Bb] picture, of my homeland and [F] the wide Australian [Bb] bush.
[Eb] [Bb]
My story [F] swings around a bunch [Bb] of soldiers, [Eb] resting close behind the [Bb] battle scene.
There [Eb] were men from many nations [Bb] represented, a rugged, tough, united [F] nation's team.
[Bb] They spoke about [F] their own beloved [Bb] homelands, [Eb] resting far from all the tortured battle [Bb] scene.
On [Eb] this day, the lad who claimed the most [Bb] attention, a young Australian [F] soldier who [Bb] began,
[F] [Bb] Oh, I have never claimed [F] to be an [Bb] amateur, I [Eb] have never taken up the painter's [Bb] brush,
[Eb] But in words, my lads, I'll paint for [Bb] you a picture of my homeland and the wide Australian [F] bush.
[Bb] Have you ever [F] seen the western [Bb] plains at sundown, [Eb] and the fiery streaks that seem to blaze [Bb] across?
[Eb] And then later in the evening see a [Bb] ghost gunman, standing silently beneath the southern cross.
Have you ever heard the wild swan in its calling, [Eb] in the stillness of some [Bb] faraway lagoon?
Or [Eb] seen the place where Brumbies [Bb] come to water, they always come at rising [F] of the moon.
[Bb] Have you ever wandered through some ferny gully, [Eb] in springtime when the wattles [Bb] are in bloom?
[Eb] If you've never, then you'll never [Bb] know the sweetness that fills the air around with its perfume.
Have you ever [F] gazed upon a [Bb] peaceful homestead, [Eb] with the old blue mountain standing [Bb] in the view?
[Eb] See the homestead cattle grazing [Bb] by the river, from the hillside bounds an old man [F] kangaroo.
[Bb] In the evening [F] see the smoke rise [Bb] from the chimney, [Eb] tells that day is done and soon it's [Bb] time for tea.
[Eb] Hear the jackass laughter ringing [Bb] through the bushland, oh that's God's own country and home sweet home to me.
Have you ever seen a wheat field in the morning, when [Eb] the dawn wind ripples through the [Bb] golden grain?
[Eb] Or wandered through the farmlands in [Bb] the dawn time, and smelt their earthly sweetness after [F] rain?
Oh I [Bb] have never claimed [F] to be an [Bb] amateur, and I [Eb] said before I've never used the brush.
But I [Eb] hope my lads I've painted you a [Bb] picture, of my homeland and [F] the wide Australian [Bb] bush.
[Eb] [Bb]
Key:
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Cm
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Cm
[Cm] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _
_ My story [F] swings around a bunch [Bb] of soldiers, _ _ [Eb] resting close behind the [Bb] battle scene.
There [Eb] were men from many nations [Bb] represented, _ a rugged, tough, united [F] nation's team.
_ [Bb] They spoke about [F] their own beloved [Bb] homelands, _ [Eb] resting far from all the tortured battle [Bb] scene.
On [Eb] this day, the lad who claimed the most [Bb] attention, _ _ a young Australian [F] soldier who [Bb] began,
_ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] Oh, I have never claimed [F] to be an [Bb] amateur, I [Eb] have never taken up the painter's [Bb] brush,
_ [Eb] But in words, my lads, I'll paint for [Bb] you a picture _ of my homeland and the wide Australian [F] bush.
_ [Bb] Have you ever [F] seen the western [Bb] plains at sundown, [Eb] and the fiery streaks that seem to blaze [Bb] across?
_ [Eb] And then later in the evening see a [Bb] ghost gunman, standing silently beneath the southern cross.
_ Have you ever heard the wild swan in its calling, [Eb] in the stillness of some [Bb] faraway lagoon?
_ Or [Eb] seen the place where Brumbies [Bb] come to water, _ _ they always come at rising [F] of the moon.
_ [Bb] Have you ever wandered through some ferny gully, _ [Eb] in springtime when the wattles [Bb] are in bloom?
_ [Eb] If you've never, then you'll never [Bb] know the sweetness _ that fills the air around with its perfume.
_ Have you ever [F] gazed upon a [Bb] peaceful homestead, [Eb] with the old blue mountain standing [Bb] in the view?
_ [Eb] See the homestead cattle grazing [Bb] by the river, from the hillside bounds an old man [F] kangaroo.
_ [Bb] In the evening [F] see the smoke rise [Bb] from the chimney, _ [Eb] tells that day is done and soon it's [Bb] time for tea.
_ [Eb] Hear the jackass laughter ringing [Bb] through the bushland, oh that's God's own country and home sweet home to me.
_ _ Have you ever seen a wheat field in the morning, when [Eb] the dawn wind ripples through the [Bb] golden grain?
_ [Eb] Or wandered through the farmlands in [Bb] the dawn time, _ and smelt their earthly sweetness after [F] rain?
_ Oh I [Bb] have never claimed [F] to be an [Bb] amateur, _ and I [Eb] said before I've never used the brush.
_ But I [Eb] hope my lads I've painted you a [Bb] picture, _ of my homeland and [F] the wide Australian [Bb] bush.
[Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ My story [F] swings around a bunch [Bb] of soldiers, _ _ [Eb] resting close behind the [Bb] battle scene.
There [Eb] were men from many nations [Bb] represented, _ a rugged, tough, united [F] nation's team.
_ [Bb] They spoke about [F] their own beloved [Bb] homelands, _ [Eb] resting far from all the tortured battle [Bb] scene.
On [Eb] this day, the lad who claimed the most [Bb] attention, _ _ a young Australian [F] soldier who [Bb] began,
_ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] Oh, I have never claimed [F] to be an [Bb] amateur, I [Eb] have never taken up the painter's [Bb] brush,
_ [Eb] But in words, my lads, I'll paint for [Bb] you a picture _ of my homeland and the wide Australian [F] bush.
_ [Bb] Have you ever [F] seen the western [Bb] plains at sundown, [Eb] and the fiery streaks that seem to blaze [Bb] across?
_ [Eb] And then later in the evening see a [Bb] ghost gunman, standing silently beneath the southern cross.
_ Have you ever heard the wild swan in its calling, [Eb] in the stillness of some [Bb] faraway lagoon?
_ Or [Eb] seen the place where Brumbies [Bb] come to water, _ _ they always come at rising [F] of the moon.
_ [Bb] Have you ever wandered through some ferny gully, _ [Eb] in springtime when the wattles [Bb] are in bloom?
_ [Eb] If you've never, then you'll never [Bb] know the sweetness _ that fills the air around with its perfume.
_ Have you ever [F] gazed upon a [Bb] peaceful homestead, [Eb] with the old blue mountain standing [Bb] in the view?
_ [Eb] See the homestead cattle grazing [Bb] by the river, from the hillside bounds an old man [F] kangaroo.
_ [Bb] In the evening [F] see the smoke rise [Bb] from the chimney, _ [Eb] tells that day is done and soon it's [Bb] time for tea.
_ [Eb] Hear the jackass laughter ringing [Bb] through the bushland, oh that's God's own country and home sweet home to me.
_ _ Have you ever seen a wheat field in the morning, when [Eb] the dawn wind ripples through the [Bb] golden grain?
_ [Eb] Or wandered through the farmlands in [Bb] the dawn time, _ and smelt their earthly sweetness after [F] rain?
_ Oh I [Bb] have never claimed [F] to be an [Bb] amateur, _ and I [Eb] said before I've never used the brush.
_ But I [Eb] hope my lads I've painted you a [Bb] picture, _ of my homeland and [F] the wide Australian [Bb] bush.
[Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _