Chords for Gordon Parsons - Old Time Timber Men.

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_ _ _ _ _ _ I'm an old-time bushman, my timber days [G] are gone, But the Sabbath's in my _ bloodstream, and memories [C] live on. _ _ _ _
_ I think I'll hear forever _ the pounding of [F] the axe, _ [G] The jingle of old _ bulletins along the [C] timber tracks,
_ _ _ _ The broad axe and the _ crosscut, the block and tackle [G] squeal, _ The tearing sound of brake shoes upon the [C] wagon wheels, _ _
_ _ The crack of rye leather _ _ rising over [F] the frame, _ [G] The cooing of old bushmen as the timbers [C] haul away. _ _ _ _ _ _
I wonder how [G] they're doing now, [F] old mates I used to [C] know, Who _ understand [G] this timeless land [D] where [Am] hardwood [G] timbers grow,
_ _ _ _ _ [C] I wonder if [G] they've moved along [F]
somewhere _ _ [C] overland, _ _ [G] One by one they've vanished, those old-time [C] timber men. _ _ _
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Sometimes I hear in fancy, I hear the [A] timber [G] roll, _ _ The burning scent of grass fire plays havoc with [C] my soul,
_ _ _ _ _ It's then I'm surely tempted _ to pack and [F] travel far, _ [G] _
Leave behind _ forever _ the fenced-in line [C] of tar. _ _
The _ _ _ code of life was simple in that time _ [G]-forgotten land, _ The door was always open and the neighbours gave a [C] hand,
_ A handshake there was binding, your word replaced [F] the pen, _ _ _ [G] That's how I remember _ the old-time timber [C] men. _ _ _ _
_ A silent toast to [G] a fleeting ghost, [F] a picture from [C] the past, _ A memory [G] of life to me that [D] faded [Am] oh too [G] fast, _ _ _ _ _
[C] But should I walk [G] the golden [F] stairs I know we'll [C] meet again, _ _ [G] There must be someplace special _ for old-time [C] timber men, _
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Someplace mighty _ special _ _ _ for old-time _ timber _ _ [C] _ men. _ _
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