Chords for By a Fire of Gidgee Coal (Remastered 2017)

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By _ a warm electric heater, _ [Eb] in a softly padded _ chair,
in a lounge room brightly [Bb] _ lighted [F] by a glowing _ _ [Bb] chandelier. _ _
_ [G] _ _ [Bb] Since my early days of groving, [Eb] the years have taken toll,
but I somehow miss [Bb] my swag-wrap, [F] my fire [Bb]-pidgey coal. _ _
_ _ _ When I wake from sleep each morning, _ [Eb] I ring the bedside bell,
the maid brings in [Bb] my breakfast, [F] and she fills my [Bb] pot as _ well.
_ _ _ Here are cakes of sweetened coffee, _ [Eb] on a tray of sparkling gold,
but I miss black tea and [Bb] amber, [F] my fire [Bb]-pidgey coal. _ _
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_ _ _ I'm driven out each evening [Eb] by chauffeurs, sprucing me
through the flowered parks [Bb] and gardens [F] and the crowded city [Bb] streets. _ _
_ _ _ But I drift back through the ages, _ [Eb] while a big car softly rolls
to a stock route [Bb] and a wagon net [F] and a fire _ [Bb]-pidgey coal. _ _
_ _ _ I attend all social parties _ [Eb] at the rich part of the town,
drinking wine from [Bb] fancy glasses _ [F] as the waiters go [Bb] their rounds. _
_ _ But I'd rather share a bottle with [Eb] those groving mates of old,
in a pair of [Bb] dusting-mown skins, [F] my fire-pidgey [Bb] coal. _ _ _
_ _ Yes, I'd rather share a bottle with [Eb] those groving mates of old,
in a pair of [Bb] dusting-mown skins, my [F] fire-pidgey [Bb] coal. _ _ _
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