Chords for Pub With No Beer - Slim Dusty
Tempo:
83 bpm
Chords used:
C#
G#
F#
E
D#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C#]
[E]
[C#] It's a lonesome way [G#] from your [D#m] kindred [F#] and all, [G#] By the campfire at night, where the wild eagles [C#] call.
But there's a nothing so lonesome, [F#]
morbid or drear,
[G#] Than to stand in the bar of a pub [C#] with no beer.
Now the publican's [F#] anxious for the quota to come,
[G#] And there's a far away look on the face of [C#] the bum.
The maid's gone all cranky [F#] and the cook's acting queer,
[G#] Oh what a terrible place, there's a pub [C#] with no beer.
Well strange [G#] things happen [C#] here in the outback, My [G#] old friend who [C#] wrote that song is here
with all our truckie mates today.
Let's give a big hand as he comes out with his guitar to the yodelling bushman Gordon
Parsons, my old mate.
Hiya Jack, there's nothing I wouldn't do for Ned and there's nothing he wouldn't do
for me, and that's how we go through life doing absolutely nothing for each other.
Thank you very much.
Would you like to sing along in this?
You can do the next verse you like about the stockman.
Hey, while the stockman [G#] rides in [F#] with his dry dusty throat,
[G#] He breaths up to the bar, pulls a [D#] wad from [C#] his coat.
The smile on his face [F#] quickly turns to a sneer,
[G#] As the barman said sadly, the [C#] pub's got no beer.
Then the swaggy comes in, [F#] smothered in dust and flies,
[G#] He throws down his robe and rubs the sweat from [C#] his eyes.
And when he is told, he [F#] says, what's this I hear?
I've [G#] trudged fifty flamin' miles [A#] to a pub [C#] with no beer.
Hey, there's a dog on the pram [F#] there, for his blaster he waits,
[G#] Cause the boss is inside, drinking wine with [C#] his mates.
Terrible situation.
He hurries for cover [F#] and he caringes in fear,
[G#] What a place for a dog in a pub [C#] with no beer.
And old Billy the blacksmith, [F#] the first time in his life,
[G#] Has gone home cold sober to his darling [C#] wife.
He walks in the kitchen, she [F#] says, you really feel dear,
But [G#] then he breaks down and tells her, [C#] the pub's got no beer.
Shall we waltz?
I wanna go.
Hey!
It's a lonesome away [F#] from your kindred and dogs,
[G#] By a campfire at night, where the [C#] wild eagles call.
But there's nothing so [F#] lonesome, more but a drear,
[G#] Than to stand in the bar of that pub with [C#] no beer.
[F#] [C#]
[E]
[C#] It's a lonesome way [G#] from your [D#m] kindred [F#] and all, [G#] By the campfire at night, where the wild eagles [C#] call.
But there's a nothing so lonesome, [F#]
morbid or drear,
[G#] Than to stand in the bar of a pub [C#] with no beer.
Now the publican's [F#] anxious for the quota to come,
[G#] And there's a far away look on the face of [C#] the bum.
The maid's gone all cranky [F#] and the cook's acting queer,
[G#] Oh what a terrible place, there's a pub [C#] with no beer.
Well strange [G#] things happen [C#] here in the outback, My [G#] old friend who [C#] wrote that song is here
with all our truckie mates today.
Let's give a big hand as he comes out with his guitar to the yodelling bushman Gordon
Parsons, my old mate.
Hiya Jack, there's nothing I wouldn't do for Ned and there's nothing he wouldn't do
for me, and that's how we go through life doing absolutely nothing for each other.
Thank you very much.
Would you like to sing along in this?
You can do the next verse you like about the stockman.
Hey, while the stockman [G#] rides in [F#] with his dry dusty throat,
[G#] He breaths up to the bar, pulls a [D#] wad from [C#] his coat.
The smile on his face [F#] quickly turns to a sneer,
[G#] As the barman said sadly, the [C#] pub's got no beer.
Then the swaggy comes in, [F#] smothered in dust and flies,
[G#] He throws down his robe and rubs the sweat from [C#] his eyes.
And when he is told, he [F#] says, what's this I hear?
I've [G#] trudged fifty flamin' miles [A#] to a pub [C#] with no beer.
Hey, there's a dog on the pram [F#] there, for his blaster he waits,
[G#] Cause the boss is inside, drinking wine with [C#] his mates.
Terrible situation.
He hurries for cover [F#] and he caringes in fear,
[G#] What a place for a dog in a pub [C#] with no beer.
And old Billy the blacksmith, [F#] the first time in his life,
[G#] Has gone home cold sober to his darling [C#] wife.
He walks in the kitchen, she [F#] says, you really feel dear,
But [G#] then he breaks down and tells her, [C#] the pub's got no beer.
Shall we waltz?
I wanna go.
Hey!
It's a lonesome away [F#] from your kindred and dogs,
[G#] By a campfire at night, where the [C#] wild eagles call.
But there's nothing so [F#] lonesome, more but a drear,
[G#] Than to stand in the bar of that pub with [C#] no beer.
[F#] [C#]
Key:
C#
G#
F#
E
D#m
C#
G#
F#
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[C#] It's a lonesome way [G#] from your [D#m] kindred [F#] and all, [G#] By the campfire at night, where the wild eagles [C#] call.
_ But there's a nothing so lonesome, [F#]
morbid or drear,
[G#] Than to stand in the bar of a pub [C#] with no beer. _ _ _
Now the publican's [F#] anxious for the quota to come,
[G#] And there's a far away look on the face of [C#] the bum.
_ The maid's gone all cranky [F#] and the cook's acting queer,
[G#] Oh what a terrible place, there's a pub [C#] with no beer.
_ Well strange [G#] things happen [C#] here in the outback, My [G#] old friend who [C#] wrote that song is here
with all our truckie mates today.
Let's give a big hand as he comes out with his guitar to the yodelling bushman Gordon
Parsons, my old mate.
Hiya Jack, there's nothing I wouldn't do for Ned and there's nothing he wouldn't do
for me, and that's how we go through life doing absolutely nothing for each other.
Thank you very much.
Would you like to sing along in this?
You can do the next verse you like about the stockman.
Hey, while the stockman [G#] rides in [F#] with his dry dusty throat,
[G#] He breaths up to the bar, pulls a [D#] wad from [C#] his coat.
_ The smile on his face [F#] quickly turns to a sneer,
[G#] As the barman said sadly, the [C#] pub's got no beer. _ _ _
Then the swaggy comes in, [F#] smothered in dust and flies,
[G#] He throws down his robe and rubs the sweat from [C#] his eyes.
And when he is told, he [F#] says, what's this I hear?
I've [G#] trudged fifty flamin' miles [A#] to a pub [C#] with no beer.
_ Hey, there's a dog on the pram [F#] there, for his blaster he waits,
[G#] Cause the boss is inside, drinking wine with [C#] his mates.
Terrible situation.
He hurries for cover [F#] and he caringes in fear,
[G#] What a place for a dog in a pub [C#] with no beer. _ _ _
And old Billy the blacksmith, [F#] the first time in his life,
[G#] Has gone home cold sober to his darling [C#] wife.
_ He walks in the kitchen, she [F#] says, you really feel dear,
But [G#] then he breaks down and tells her, [C#] the pub's got no beer.
_ Shall we waltz?
I wanna go.
Hey!
_ It's a lonesome away [F#] from your kindred and dogs,
[G#] By a campfire at night, where the [C#] wild eagles call.
But there's nothing so [F#] lonesome, more but a drear,
[G#] Than to stand in the bar of that pub with [C#] no beer.
[F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ [E]
[C#] It's a lonesome way [G#] from your [D#m] kindred [F#] and all, [G#] By the campfire at night, where the wild eagles [C#] call.
_ But there's a nothing so lonesome, [F#]
morbid or drear,
[G#] Than to stand in the bar of a pub [C#] with no beer. _ _ _
Now the publican's [F#] anxious for the quota to come,
[G#] And there's a far away look on the face of [C#] the bum.
_ The maid's gone all cranky [F#] and the cook's acting queer,
[G#] Oh what a terrible place, there's a pub [C#] with no beer.
_ Well strange [G#] things happen [C#] here in the outback, My [G#] old friend who [C#] wrote that song is here
with all our truckie mates today.
Let's give a big hand as he comes out with his guitar to the yodelling bushman Gordon
Parsons, my old mate.
Hiya Jack, there's nothing I wouldn't do for Ned and there's nothing he wouldn't do
for me, and that's how we go through life doing absolutely nothing for each other.
Thank you very much.
Would you like to sing along in this?
You can do the next verse you like about the stockman.
Hey, while the stockman [G#] rides in [F#] with his dry dusty throat,
[G#] He breaths up to the bar, pulls a [D#] wad from [C#] his coat.
_ The smile on his face [F#] quickly turns to a sneer,
[G#] As the barman said sadly, the [C#] pub's got no beer. _ _ _
Then the swaggy comes in, [F#] smothered in dust and flies,
[G#] He throws down his robe and rubs the sweat from [C#] his eyes.
And when he is told, he [F#] says, what's this I hear?
I've [G#] trudged fifty flamin' miles [A#] to a pub [C#] with no beer.
_ Hey, there's a dog on the pram [F#] there, for his blaster he waits,
[G#] Cause the boss is inside, drinking wine with [C#] his mates.
Terrible situation.
He hurries for cover [F#] and he caringes in fear,
[G#] What a place for a dog in a pub [C#] with no beer. _ _ _
And old Billy the blacksmith, [F#] the first time in his life,
[G#] Has gone home cold sober to his darling [C#] wife.
_ He walks in the kitchen, she [F#] says, you really feel dear,
But [G#] then he breaks down and tells her, [C#] the pub's got no beer.
_ Shall we waltz?
I wanna go.
Hey!
_ It's a lonesome away [F#] from your kindred and dogs,
[G#] By a campfire at night, where the [C#] wild eagles call.
But there's nothing so [F#] lonesome, more but a drear,
[G#] Than to stand in the bar of that pub with [C#] no beer.
[F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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