Camooweal Chords by Slim Dusty
Tempo:
93.45 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Bb
Ab
Gm
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Here's a great story written by a great old friend of mine, the late and great Mac Cormack.
I set these words to music and it's about a little town way out in Western Queensland,
a little place [Eb] called Camel Wheel.
[N] Here's a song written by an old friend of mine, the late and great Mac Cormack, who
travelled with our show many times right around Australia.
He more or less became my second dad and a great mate.
He wrote this particular song one time on one of our round Australia trips.
It's a ballad about a little town out on the black soil plains [Eb] of Queensland.
[N] He called it the Ballad of Camel Wheel.
We'll do this [Eb] right now.
[Ab] [Eb]
[Gm] [Bb] [Dm] [Eb]
Should ever I go back to Camel Wheel, would be in spring when desert flowers [Bb] bloom.
All the spinifex I know would still be there, and the desert pea would [Dm] brighten [Eb] up the gloom.
Should ever I go back to Camel Wheel, one thing is sure I'd not be [Ab] twenty-two, as in
that day when I first [Eb] wandered there.
[Bb] But memories stay with me as [Eb] memories do.
Here we go now.
[Ab] Some country guitar, hey.
[Eb]
[Bb] [Eb] [Eb]
How fresh her memory keeps, for still I feel, the velvet softness [Bb] of her woven hair.
And see again the moonbeams in her eyes, as I did so long ago when [Eb] I was there.
You've called me youth in that now distant day.
Oh, I did not heed, my [G] heart did [Ab] not reveal.
And now I know that love was [Eb] born and lost [Bb] in that little border town of [Eb] Camel Wheel.
Here we go now.
[Ab] Some country fiddle.
[Eb]
[Bb] [Eb]
Oh, the long road beckoned on my feet said go, to search beyond the hills [Bb] for what I'd find.
Although I wandered far this sunburnt land, I never found what I had left [Eb]
behind.
Oh, the burning fire of that other spring is now but ashes and the hurt [Ab] won't heal.
Time heals all wounds they say, but leaves [Eb] the scars.
[Gm] So [Bb] I think I'll not go back to Camel [Eb] Wheel.
[Ab] Time heals all wounds they say, [Eb] but leaves the scars.
So [Bb] I think I'll not go back to [Eb] Camel Wheel.
Oh no, [Bb] I think I'll not go back to [Eb] Camel [D] Wheel.
[Eb] Thank you.
I set these words to music and it's about a little town way out in Western Queensland,
a little place [Eb] called Camel Wheel.
[N] Here's a song written by an old friend of mine, the late and great Mac Cormack, who
travelled with our show many times right around Australia.
He more or less became my second dad and a great mate.
He wrote this particular song one time on one of our round Australia trips.
It's a ballad about a little town out on the black soil plains [Eb] of Queensland.
[N] He called it the Ballad of Camel Wheel.
We'll do this [Eb] right now.
[Ab] [Eb]
[Gm] [Bb] [Dm] [Eb]
Should ever I go back to Camel Wheel, would be in spring when desert flowers [Bb] bloom.
All the spinifex I know would still be there, and the desert pea would [Dm] brighten [Eb] up the gloom.
Should ever I go back to Camel Wheel, one thing is sure I'd not be [Ab] twenty-two, as in
that day when I first [Eb] wandered there.
[Bb] But memories stay with me as [Eb] memories do.
Here we go now.
[Ab] Some country guitar, hey.
[Eb]
[Bb] [Eb] [Eb]
How fresh her memory keeps, for still I feel, the velvet softness [Bb] of her woven hair.
And see again the moonbeams in her eyes, as I did so long ago when [Eb] I was there.
You've called me youth in that now distant day.
Oh, I did not heed, my [G] heart did [Ab] not reveal.
And now I know that love was [Eb] born and lost [Bb] in that little border town of [Eb] Camel Wheel.
Here we go now.
[Ab] Some country fiddle.
[Eb]
[Bb] [Eb]
Oh, the long road beckoned on my feet said go, to search beyond the hills [Bb] for what I'd find.
Although I wandered far this sunburnt land, I never found what I had left [Eb]
behind.
Oh, the burning fire of that other spring is now but ashes and the hurt [Ab] won't heal.
Time heals all wounds they say, but leaves [Eb] the scars.
[Gm] So [Bb] I think I'll not go back to Camel [Eb] Wheel.
[Ab] Time heals all wounds they say, [Eb] but leaves the scars.
So [Bb] I think I'll not go back to [Eb] Camel Wheel.
Oh no, [Bb] I think I'll not go back to [Eb] Camel [D] Wheel.
[Eb] Thank you.
Key:
Eb
Bb
Ab
Gm
Dm
Eb
Bb
Ab
Here's a great story written by a great old friend of mine, the late and great Mac Cormack.
I set these words to music and it's about a little town way out in Western Queensland,
a little place [Eb] called Camel Wheel.
_ _ [N] Here's a song written by an old friend of mine, the late and great Mac Cormack, who
travelled with our show many times right around Australia.
He more or less became my second dad and a great mate.
He wrote this particular song one time on one of our round Australia trips.
It's a ballad about a little town out on the black soil plains [Eb] of Queensland.
[N] He called it the Ballad of Camel Wheel.
We'll do this [Eb] right now. _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ [Gm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Dm] _ [Eb] _
_ _ Should ever I go back to Camel Wheel, _ _ would be in spring when desert flowers [Bb] bloom.
_ All the spinifex I know would still be there, _ and the desert pea would [Dm] brighten [Eb] up the gloom.
_ Should ever I go back to Camel Wheel, _ one thing is sure I'd not be [Ab] twenty-two, _ _ as in
that day when I first [Eb] wandered there.
_ [Bb] But memories stay with me as [Eb] memories do.
Here we go now.
[Ab] Some country guitar, hey.
[Eb] _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ [Eb] _
_ _ How fresh her memory keeps, for still I feel, _ the velvet softness [Bb] of her woven hair.
_ And see again the moonbeams in her eyes, _ as I did so long ago when [Eb] I was there.
_ You've called me youth in that now distant day.
_ Oh, I did not heed, my [G] heart did [Ab] not reveal.
_ And now I know that love was [Eb] born and lost [Bb] in that little border town of [Eb] Camel Wheel.
Here we go now.
[Ab] Some country fiddle.
_ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ Oh, the long road beckoned on my feet said go, _ _ to search beyond the hills [Bb] for what I'd find.
_ Although I wandered far this sunburnt land, _ _ I never found what I had left [Eb]
behind.
Oh, the burning fire of that other spring _ _ is now but ashes and the hurt [Ab] won't heal.
_ _ Time heals all wounds they say, but leaves [Eb] the scars.
[Gm] So [Bb] I think I'll not go back to Camel [Eb] Wheel.
_ _ [Ab] Time heals all wounds they say, [Eb] but leaves the scars.
So [Bb] I think I'll not go back to [Eb] Camel Wheel.
Oh no, [Bb] I think I'll not go back to [Eb] Camel [D] Wheel.
[Eb] Thank _ _ you. _
I set these words to music and it's about a little town way out in Western Queensland,
a little place [Eb] called Camel Wheel.
_ _ [N] Here's a song written by an old friend of mine, the late and great Mac Cormack, who
travelled with our show many times right around Australia.
He more or less became my second dad and a great mate.
He wrote this particular song one time on one of our round Australia trips.
It's a ballad about a little town out on the black soil plains [Eb] of Queensland.
[N] He called it the Ballad of Camel Wheel.
We'll do this [Eb] right now. _
_ _ [Ab] _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ [Gm] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Dm] _ [Eb] _
_ _ Should ever I go back to Camel Wheel, _ _ would be in spring when desert flowers [Bb] bloom.
_ All the spinifex I know would still be there, _ and the desert pea would [Dm] brighten [Eb] up the gloom.
_ Should ever I go back to Camel Wheel, _ one thing is sure I'd not be [Ab] twenty-two, _ _ as in
that day when I first [Eb] wandered there.
_ [Bb] But memories stay with me as [Eb] memories do.
Here we go now.
[Ab] Some country guitar, hey.
[Eb] _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [Eb] _ [Eb] _
_ _ How fresh her memory keeps, for still I feel, _ the velvet softness [Bb] of her woven hair.
_ And see again the moonbeams in her eyes, _ as I did so long ago when [Eb] I was there.
_ You've called me youth in that now distant day.
_ Oh, I did not heed, my [G] heart did [Ab] not reveal.
_ And now I know that love was [Eb] born and lost [Bb] in that little border town of [Eb] Camel Wheel.
Here we go now.
[Ab] Some country fiddle.
_ _ [Eb] _
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ [Eb] _
_ Oh, the long road beckoned on my feet said go, _ _ to search beyond the hills [Bb] for what I'd find.
_ Although I wandered far this sunburnt land, _ _ I never found what I had left [Eb]
behind.
Oh, the burning fire of that other spring _ _ is now but ashes and the hurt [Ab] won't heal.
_ _ Time heals all wounds they say, but leaves [Eb] the scars.
[Gm] So [Bb] I think I'll not go back to Camel [Eb] Wheel.
_ _ [Ab] Time heals all wounds they say, [Eb] but leaves the scars.
So [Bb] I think I'll not go back to [Eb] Camel Wheel.
Oh no, [Bb] I think I'll not go back to [Eb] Camel [D] Wheel.
[Eb] Thank _ _ you. _