Indian pacific-SlimDusty live. Chords
Tempo:
108.75 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Bb
Ab
F
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Anyway, the Indian Pacific is going to be refurbished and she's going to be really a beautiful train once again.
[Ab] And I've had a few rides on the Indian Pacific.
Here she [G] comes across the Nullarbor now.
The Indian Pacific, here we [Eb] go!
From coast to coast [F] by night and day, [Bb] hear the clicking of [Eb] the wheels,
[Ab] the humming of the diesel on her ribbons of steel,
[Bb] carrying the memories of a nation built by hand.
See the Indian Pacific [Eb] span the land.
She's the pride of all [F] the railwaymen [Bb] cross country where [Eb] she flies.
[Ab] The blue Pacific walls to where the mountains rise,
[Bb] by lakes and big brown rivers, through desert country drive.
See the Indian Pacific passing [Eb] by.
[Ab] Oh, the Indian Pacific, she [Eb] goes a-rolling down the track,
five thousand miles to travel before she's [Bb] there and back.
[Eb]
Beside the [F] line a drover waves its padded [Eb] old grey hat,
[Ab]
and kids are catching yabbies down by the river flat.
[Bb] And a woman hangs her washing in her backyard near the line,
as the Indian Pacific's [Eb] making ties.
[Ab]
[Eb] [Bb]
[Eb] [Ab]
[Eb] [Bb]
[Eb]
Hear the whistle [F] blowin' lonely neath [Bb] the Nullarbor [Ab] starlight,
saluting those who walk across the track she rides tonight.
[Bb] Callin' to the railway camps and the fiddlers on the line,
I'm the Indian Pacific right [Eb] on time.
From the silver [C] of the broken hill [Bb] to old Kalgoorlie [Eb] gold,
[Ab] she mirrors all the colours of the land so hard and old.
[Bb] Then the western flowers are blue and the air is just like white,
at the Indian Pacific's [Eb] making time.
[Ab] Oh, the Indian Pacific, she [Eb] goes a-rolling down the track,
[Ab] five thousand miles to travel [Eb] before she's [Bb] there and back.
[Eb] By the waters [F] of the western [Bb] sea to the [C] eastern ocean sand,
[Ab] oh, the Indian [Bb]
Pacific [Eb] spans the land, oh yeah,
[Ab] oh, the Indian [Bb] Pacific [Eb] spans the land.
There she goes, right back across the Nullarbor.
[N]
[Ab] And I've had a few rides on the Indian Pacific.
Here she [G] comes across the Nullarbor now.
The Indian Pacific, here we [Eb] go!
From coast to coast [F] by night and day, [Bb] hear the clicking of [Eb] the wheels,
[Ab] the humming of the diesel on her ribbons of steel,
[Bb] carrying the memories of a nation built by hand.
See the Indian Pacific [Eb] span the land.
She's the pride of all [F] the railwaymen [Bb] cross country where [Eb] she flies.
[Ab] The blue Pacific walls to where the mountains rise,
[Bb] by lakes and big brown rivers, through desert country drive.
See the Indian Pacific passing [Eb] by.
[Ab] Oh, the Indian Pacific, she [Eb] goes a-rolling down the track,
five thousand miles to travel before she's [Bb] there and back.
[Eb]
Beside the [F] line a drover waves its padded [Eb] old grey hat,
[Ab]
and kids are catching yabbies down by the river flat.
[Bb] And a woman hangs her washing in her backyard near the line,
as the Indian Pacific's [Eb] making ties.
[Ab]
[Eb] [Bb]
[Eb] [Ab]
[Eb] [Bb]
[Eb]
Hear the whistle [F] blowin' lonely neath [Bb] the Nullarbor [Ab] starlight,
saluting those who walk across the track she rides tonight.
[Bb] Callin' to the railway camps and the fiddlers on the line,
I'm the Indian Pacific right [Eb] on time.
From the silver [C] of the broken hill [Bb] to old Kalgoorlie [Eb] gold,
[Ab] she mirrors all the colours of the land so hard and old.
[Bb] Then the western flowers are blue and the air is just like white,
at the Indian Pacific's [Eb] making time.
[Ab] Oh, the Indian Pacific, she [Eb] goes a-rolling down the track,
[Ab] five thousand miles to travel [Eb] before she's [Bb] there and back.
[Eb] By the waters [F] of the western [Bb] sea to the [C] eastern ocean sand,
[Ab] oh, the Indian [Bb]
Pacific [Eb] spans the land, oh yeah,
[Ab] oh, the Indian [Bb] Pacific [Eb] spans the land.
There she goes, right back across the Nullarbor.
[N]
Key:
Eb
Bb
Ab
F
C
Eb
Bb
Ab
Anyway, the Indian Pacific is going to be refurbished and she's going to be really a beautiful train once again.
[Ab] And I've had a few rides on the Indian Pacific.
Here she [G] comes across the Nullarbor now.
The Indian Pacific, here we [Eb] go! _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ From coast to coast [F] by night and day, [Bb] hear the clicking of [Eb] the wheels,
[Ab] the humming of the diesel on her ribbons of steel,
[Bb] carrying the memories of a nation built by hand.
See the Indian Pacific [Eb] span the land.
_ She's the pride of all [F] the railwaymen [Bb] cross country where [Eb] she flies.
[Ab] The blue Pacific walls to where the mountains rise,
[Bb] by lakes and big brown rivers, through desert country drive.
See the Indian Pacific passing [Eb] by.
_ [Ab] Oh, the Indian Pacific, she [Eb] goes a-rolling down the track,
five thousand miles to travel before she's [Bb] there and back.
_ _ [Eb]
Beside the [F] line a drover waves its padded [Eb] old grey hat,
[Ab]
and kids are catching yabbies down by the river flat.
[Bb] And a woman hangs her washing in her backyard near the line,
as the Indian Pacific's [Eb] making ties. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Hear the whistle [F] blowin' lonely neath [Bb] the Nullarbor [Ab] starlight,
saluting those who walk across the track she rides tonight.
[Bb] Callin' to the railway camps and the fiddlers on the line,
I'm the Indian Pacific right [Eb] on time.
From the silver [C] of the broken hill [Bb] to old Kalgoorlie [Eb] gold,
[Ab] she mirrors all the colours of the land so hard and old.
[Bb] Then the western flowers are blue and the air is just like white,
at the Indian Pacific's [Eb] making time.
_ [Ab] Oh, the Indian Pacific, she [Eb] goes a-rolling down the track,
[Ab] five thousand miles to travel [Eb] before she's [Bb] there and back.
_ [Eb] By the waters [F] of the western [Bb] sea to the [C] eastern ocean sand,
[Ab] oh, the Indian [Bb]
Pacific [Eb] spans the land, oh yeah,
[Ab] oh, the Indian [Bb] Pacific [Eb] spans the land.
There she goes, right back across the Nullarbor. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
[Ab] And I've had a few rides on the Indian Pacific.
Here she [G] comes across the Nullarbor now.
The Indian Pacific, here we [Eb] go! _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ From coast to coast [F] by night and day, [Bb] hear the clicking of [Eb] the wheels,
[Ab] the humming of the diesel on her ribbons of steel,
[Bb] carrying the memories of a nation built by hand.
See the Indian Pacific [Eb] span the land.
_ She's the pride of all [F] the railwaymen [Bb] cross country where [Eb] she flies.
[Ab] The blue Pacific walls to where the mountains rise,
[Bb] by lakes and big brown rivers, through desert country drive.
See the Indian Pacific passing [Eb] by.
_ [Ab] Oh, the Indian Pacific, she [Eb] goes a-rolling down the track,
five thousand miles to travel before she's [Bb] there and back.
_ _ [Eb]
Beside the [F] line a drover waves its padded [Eb] old grey hat,
[Ab]
and kids are catching yabbies down by the river flat.
[Bb] And a woman hangs her washing in her backyard near the line,
as the Indian Pacific's [Eb] making ties. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Ab] _ _ _
_ [Eb] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
_ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Hear the whistle [F] blowin' lonely neath [Bb] the Nullarbor [Ab] starlight,
saluting those who walk across the track she rides tonight.
[Bb] Callin' to the railway camps and the fiddlers on the line,
I'm the Indian Pacific right [Eb] on time.
From the silver [C] of the broken hill [Bb] to old Kalgoorlie [Eb] gold,
[Ab] she mirrors all the colours of the land so hard and old.
[Bb] Then the western flowers are blue and the air is just like white,
at the Indian Pacific's [Eb] making time.
_ [Ab] Oh, the Indian Pacific, she [Eb] goes a-rolling down the track,
[Ab] five thousand miles to travel [Eb] before she's [Bb] there and back.
_ [Eb] By the waters [F] of the western [Bb] sea to the [C] eastern ocean sand,
[Ab] oh, the Indian [Bb]
Pacific [Eb] spans the land, oh yeah,
[Ab] oh, the Indian [Bb] Pacific [Eb] spans the land.
There she goes, right back across the Nullarbor. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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