Chords for Grandfather Johnson

Friends, most of my Bush ballads are based on true stories.
I'd like to sing for you now a story that is 100% true,
because I know the family that Grandfather Johnson lived with.
And like most Bush ballads and story songs,
these ballads explain themselves as they move along.
Here is the true story of Grandfather Johnson.
[G#] _ [G#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
_ _ Grandfather Johnson [F#] was an old black man
[C#] From a real proud race [G#] of men _
[C#] When he was a child he [F#] heard them tell of Butchers Creek
[D#] And the story was old [G#] even then
How the white man came [C#] and took over the land
And the blood of the black man [F#] mixed with white
But _ Grandfather Johnson [C#] was a full blood man
_ [G#] Proud of his people and [C#] their rights _
Now Grandfather Johnson [F#] was a tribal man
[C#] He knew all the [G#] old hunting ways
He [C#] knew how to wheel the nuller, throw [F#] the killer boomerang
And [D#] he'd entertain the tourists [G#] every day _
And Grandfather Johnson [C#] had a brand new suit
A new hat for his snowy [F#] headed crown
But whenever the tourists [C#] were about to arrive
He [G#] would change into his old hand [C#]-me-down
When I asked him the reason he [F#] said,
Son you ought to know
[C#] My old work and clothes look better [G#] for the part
I'm [C#] just old Grandfather Johnson [F#] making boomerangs for sale
[D#] I'd lose business if I went round [G#] looking smart
So he sold them boomerangs [C#] and taught them to throw
And they'd brag for months of seeing the [F#] real thing _
When they'd gone, Grandpa dressed up, [C#] took his money from a bag
[G#] And smiled as he paid cash for a new [C#] gold ring _
_ _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _
He would always bail me up [F#] when we met in town
[C#] And he'd bite me for some money [G#] or a smoke
Oh [C#] but I can't forget the day I [F#] had to tell Grandfather
[D#] I was sorry, but I was [G#] stony broke _
He just nodded and emptied [C#] out his pockets _
The notes and the silver [F#] float of pace
With a twinkle in his eye he [C#] shoved the money in my hand
[G#] And laughed at the look [C#] upon my face _
_ _ _ _ Well Grandfather Johnson died [F#] one year on Walkabout
In a [C#] strange land alone [G#] in the dark
No [C#] one knew his name or [F#] knew from where he came
[C#] They [D#] just found him dead one morning [G#] in the park
_ _ And they buried Grandfather Johnson [C#] as a poor bird
It was months and months before [F#] I even knew
I gave his money to the hungry, [C#] clothes to the poor
[G#] And his story I'm giving [C#] to you
And his [G#] story I'm giving to [C#] you _ _
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