Where The Brumbies Come To Water Chords by Gerry Hallom
Tempo:
108.1 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
Fm
F
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [G] [C] [Fm] [C]
There's a lonely grave half hidden where the bluegrass shoots above
[F] And a spot that [C] roughly marks it for we planted it with [G] love
[Fm] [C] There's a mourning rank of writings closing in on every hand
With a vacant place he left to see was best of all the band
Now he's lying cold and silent with his hidden hopes unwon
Where the Brumbies come to water at the setting of the sun
[Fm] [C]
There's a [G] well-worn [C] saddle hanging in the harness room at home
With a good old stock horse waiting for the steps that [F] never [G] come
There's a [C] dog who licks some other hand when the wild mob swings
Who'll find some slower rider to replace him [G] on the [C] wing
But who will kiss his wife who kneels beside the long lagoon
Where the Brumbies come [G] to water at the rising of [C] the moon
[Fm] [C]
We'll miss him in the cattle camp, the trusted man and true
For the daddy of all stockmen was our [G] Rory Donahue
We'll miss the [C] tunes he used to play on his banjo soft and low
We'll miss the songs he used to sing of days of long ago
Where [F] the shadow line [C] has fallen beneath the moonbeam's silver bars
Where the Brumbies come to water at the [G] twinkling of [C] the stars
There's a lonely grave half hidden where the bluegrass shoots above
[F] And a spot that [C] roughly marks it for we planted it with [G] love
[Fm] [C] There's a mourning rank of writings closing in on every hand
With a vacant place he left to see was best of all the band
Now he's lying cold and silent with his hidden hopes unwon
Where the Brumbies come to water at the setting of the sun
[Fm] [C]
There's a [G] well-worn [C] saddle hanging in the harness room at home
With a good old stock horse waiting for the steps that [F] never [G] come
There's a [C] dog who licks some other hand when the wild mob swings
Who'll find some slower rider to replace him [G] on the [C] wing
But who will kiss his wife who kneels beside the long lagoon
Where the Brumbies come [G] to water at the rising of [C] the moon
[Fm] [C]
We'll miss him in the cattle camp, the trusted man and true
For the daddy of all stockmen was our [G] Rory Donahue
We'll miss the [C] tunes he used to play on his banjo soft and low
We'll miss the songs he used to sing of days of long ago
Where [F] the shadow line [C] has fallen beneath the moonbeam's silver bars
Where the Brumbies come to water at the [G] twinkling of [C] the stars
Key:
C
G
Fm
F
A
C
G
Fm
[A] _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ [Fm] _ _ [C] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ There's a lonely grave half hidden where the bluegrass shoots above
[F] And a spot that [C] roughly marks it for we planted it with [G] love
[Fm] [C] There's a mourning rank of writings closing in on every hand
With a vacant place he left to see was best of all the band
Now he's lying cold and silent with his hidden hopes unwon
Where the Brumbies come to water at the setting of the sun _ _ _ _
_ [Fm] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ There's a [G] well-worn [C] saddle hanging in the harness room at home
With a good old stock horse waiting for the steps that [F] never [G] come
There's a [C] dog who licks some other hand when the wild mob swings
Who'll find some slower rider to replace him [G] on the [C] wing
But who will kiss his wife who kneels beside the long lagoon
Where the Brumbies come [G] to water at the rising of [C] the moon
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ We'll miss him in the cattle camp, the trusted man and true
For the daddy of all stockmen was our [G] Rory Donahue
We'll miss the [C] tunes he used to play on his banjo soft and low
We'll miss the songs he used to sing of days of long ago
Where [F] the shadow line [C] has fallen beneath the moonbeam's silver bars
Where the Brumbies come to water at the [G] twinkling of [C] the stars _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ There's a lonely grave half hidden where the bluegrass shoots above
[F] And a spot that [C] roughly marks it for we planted it with [G] love
[Fm] [C] There's a mourning rank of writings closing in on every hand
With a vacant place he left to see was best of all the band
Now he's lying cold and silent with his hidden hopes unwon
Where the Brumbies come to water at the setting of the sun _ _ _ _
_ [Fm] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ There's a [G] well-worn [C] saddle hanging in the harness room at home
With a good old stock horse waiting for the steps that [F] never [G] come
There's a [C] dog who licks some other hand when the wild mob swings
Who'll find some slower rider to replace him [G] on the [C] wing
But who will kiss his wife who kneels beside the long lagoon
Where the Brumbies come [G] to water at the rising of [C] the moon
_ _ _ _ _ [Fm] _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ We'll miss him in the cattle camp, the trusted man and true
For the daddy of all stockmen was our [G] Rory Donahue
We'll miss the [C] tunes he used to play on his banjo soft and low
We'll miss the songs he used to sing of days of long ago
Where [F] the shadow line [C] has fallen beneath the moonbeam's silver bars
Where the Brumbies come to water at the [G] twinkling of [C] the stars _ _ _ _ _
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