Chords for A Pub with No Beer
Tempo:
158.95 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
F
Eb
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[F]
[Bb]
Now it's lonesome away from [Eb] your kindred and all,
By [F] the campfire at night, where the wild [Bb] dingoes call.
But there's nothing so lonesome, so [Eb] morbid and drear,
[F] As to stand in the bar of the pub with [Bb] no beer.
Now the publican is anxious for [Eb] his quota to come,
[F] And there's the faraway look on the face of the [Bb] bum.
The barmaid is cranky [Eb] and the cook's acting queer,
[F] It's no place to be where the pub's got [Bb] no beer.
Now the swaggy strolls in, covered [Eb] in dust and flies,
[F] Staggers up to the bar and wipes the sweat [Bb] from his eyes.
But when he is told he [Eb] says,
What's this I hear?
I've [F] trudged fifty flaming miles to a pub with [Bb] no beer.
And old Billy the blacksmith, the [Eb] first time in his life,
Staggers home stone cold sober to his [Bb] darling wife.
He sneaks into the kitchen, she [Eb] says,
You're early!
[F] Then he breaks down and tells her,
The pub's got [Bb] no beer.
Well the stockman rolls in with his dry [Eb] dusty throat,
[F] Strolls up to the bar and whips his cash from his [Bb] coat.
But the smile on his physiognomy [Eb] soon turns to a sneer,
[F] When the bartender tells him,
The pub's got [Bb] no beer.
And there's a dog on the veranda [Eb] for his master.
He waits [F] while his master's inside, drinking wine [Bb] with his mates.
He rushes for cover [Eb] and he cringes in fear,
[F] It's no place for a dog where the pub's got [Bb] no beer.
So it's lonesome away from [Eb] your kindred and all,
[F] By the campfire at night where the wild [Bb] ingo's call.
But there's nothing so lonesome, [Eb] so morbid and drear,
[F] As to stand in the bar of the pub with [Bb] no beer.
[A] No beer!
[N]
[Bb]
Now it's lonesome away from [Eb] your kindred and all,
By [F] the campfire at night, where the wild [Bb] dingoes call.
But there's nothing so lonesome, so [Eb] morbid and drear,
[F] As to stand in the bar of the pub with [Bb] no beer.
Now the publican is anxious for [Eb] his quota to come,
[F] And there's the faraway look on the face of the [Bb] bum.
The barmaid is cranky [Eb] and the cook's acting queer,
[F] It's no place to be where the pub's got [Bb] no beer.
Now the swaggy strolls in, covered [Eb] in dust and flies,
[F] Staggers up to the bar and wipes the sweat [Bb] from his eyes.
But when he is told he [Eb] says,
What's this I hear?
I've [F] trudged fifty flaming miles to a pub with [Bb] no beer.
And old Billy the blacksmith, the [Eb] first time in his life,
Staggers home stone cold sober to his [Bb] darling wife.
He sneaks into the kitchen, she [Eb] says,
You're early!
[F] Then he breaks down and tells her,
The pub's got [Bb] no beer.
Well the stockman rolls in with his dry [Eb] dusty throat,
[F] Strolls up to the bar and whips his cash from his [Bb] coat.
But the smile on his physiognomy [Eb] soon turns to a sneer,
[F] When the bartender tells him,
The pub's got [Bb] no beer.
And there's a dog on the veranda [Eb] for his master.
He waits [F] while his master's inside, drinking wine [Bb] with his mates.
He rushes for cover [Eb] and he cringes in fear,
[F] It's no place for a dog where the pub's got [Bb] no beer.
So it's lonesome away from [Eb] your kindred and all,
[F] By the campfire at night where the wild [Bb] ingo's call.
But there's nothing so lonesome, [Eb] so morbid and drear,
[F] As to stand in the bar of the pub with [Bb] no beer.
[A] No beer!
[N]
Key:
Bb
F
Eb
A
Bb
F
Eb
A
_ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
Now it's lonesome away from [Eb] your kindred and all,
By [F] the campfire at night, _ where the wild [Bb] dingoes call.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
But there's nothing so lonesome, so [Eb] morbid and drear,
[F] As to stand in the bar of the pub with [Bb] no beer.
_ _ _ Now the publican is anxious for [Eb] his quota to come,
[F] And there's the faraway look on the face of the [Bb] bum.
_ _ _ The barmaid is cranky [Eb] and the cook's acting queer,
[F] It's no place to be where the pub's got [Bb] no beer. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Now the swaggy strolls in, covered [Eb] in dust and flies,
[F] Staggers up to the bar and wipes the sweat [Bb] from his eyes.
_ _ But when he is told he [Eb] says,
What's this I hear?
I've [F] trudged fifty flaming miles to a pub with [Bb] no beer. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ And old Billy the blacksmith, the [Eb] first time in his life,
_ Staggers home stone cold sober to his [Bb] darling wife.
_ _ He sneaks into the kitchen, she [Eb] says,
You're early! _ _
[F] Then he breaks down and tells her,
The pub's got [Bb] no beer. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Well the stockman rolls in with his dry [Eb] dusty throat,
_ [F] Strolls up to the bar and whips his cash from his [Bb] coat.
_ _ But the smile on his physiognomy [Eb] soon turns to a sneer,
[F] When the bartender tells him,
The pub's got [Bb] no beer. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ And there's a dog on the veranda [Eb] for his master.
He waits [F] while his master's inside, drinking wine [Bb] with his mates. _ _
_ He rushes for cover [Eb] and he cringes in fear,
[F] It's no place for a dog where the pub's got [Bb] no beer.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
So it's lonesome away from [Eb] your kindred and all,
[F] By the campfire at night where the wild [Bb] ingo's call.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
But there's nothing so lonesome, [Eb] so morbid and drear,
[F] As to stand in the bar of the pub with [Bb] no beer.
_ _ _ _ [A] No beer!
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _
Now it's lonesome away from [Eb] your kindred and all,
By [F] the campfire at night, _ where the wild [Bb] dingoes call.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
But there's nothing so lonesome, so [Eb] morbid and drear,
[F] As to stand in the bar of the pub with [Bb] no beer.
_ _ _ Now the publican is anxious for [Eb] his quota to come,
[F] And there's the faraway look on the face of the [Bb] bum.
_ _ _ The barmaid is cranky [Eb] and the cook's acting queer,
[F] It's no place to be where the pub's got [Bb] no beer. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Now the swaggy strolls in, covered [Eb] in dust and flies,
[F] Staggers up to the bar and wipes the sweat [Bb] from his eyes.
_ _ But when he is told he [Eb] says,
What's this I hear?
I've [F] trudged fifty flaming miles to a pub with [Bb] no beer. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ And old Billy the blacksmith, the [Eb] first time in his life,
_ Staggers home stone cold sober to his [Bb] darling wife.
_ _ He sneaks into the kitchen, she [Eb] says,
You're early! _ _
[F] Then he breaks down and tells her,
The pub's got [Bb] no beer. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Well the stockman rolls in with his dry [Eb] dusty throat,
_ [F] Strolls up to the bar and whips his cash from his [Bb] coat.
_ _ But the smile on his physiognomy [Eb] soon turns to a sneer,
[F] When the bartender tells him,
The pub's got [Bb] no beer. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ And there's a dog on the veranda [Eb] for his master.
He waits [F] while his master's inside, drinking wine [Bb] with his mates. _ _
_ He rushes for cover [Eb] and he cringes in fear,
[F] It's no place for a dog where the pub's got [Bb] no beer.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
So it's lonesome away from [Eb] your kindred and all,
[F] By the campfire at night where the wild [Bb] ingo's call.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
But there's nothing so lonesome, [Eb] so morbid and drear,
[F] As to stand in the bar of the pub with [Bb] no beer.
_ _ _ _ [A] No beer!
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _