Chords for Rolf Harris ::: A Pub With No Beer (with Lyrics)
Tempo:
161.6 bpm
Chords used:
F
Bb
Eb
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Being an Australian, this is a song which I've never sung before.
Let's get straight into it, John.
[F]
[Bb]
Now it's lonesome away from [Eb] your kindred and all
[F] By the campfire at night where the wild [Bb] dingoes call Hello!
But there's nothing so lonesome, [Eb] so morbid and drear
[F] As to stand in the bar of the pub with [Bb] no beer
Now the publican is anxious [Eb] for his quota to come
[F] And there's the faraway look on the face [Bb] of the bum
The barmaid is cranky [Eb] and the cook's acting queer
[F] It's no place to be where the pub's got [Bb] no beer
Now the swaggy strolls in [Eb] covered in dust and flies
[F]
Staggers up to the bar and wipes the sweat [Bb] from his eyes
But when he is told he [Eb] says, what's this I hear?
[F] I've trudged 50 flaming miles to a pub with [Bb]
no beer
And old Billy the blacksmith, [Eb] the first time in his life
[F]
Staggers home stone-cold sober to his [Bb] darling wife
He sneaks into the kitchen.
She [Eb] says, you're early my dear
[F] Then he breaks down and tells her the pub's got [Bb] no beer
Well the stockman rolls in with [Eb] his dry dusty throat
[F] Scrolls up to the bar and whips his cash from [Bb] his coat
But the smile on his physiognomy [Eb] soon turns to a sneer
[F] When the bartender tells him that the pub's [Bb] got no beer
And there's a dog on the veranda for [Eb] his master
He waits [F] while his master's inside drinking wine [Bb] with his mate
He rushes for cover [Eb] and he cringes in fear
[F] It's no place for a dog where the pub's got [Bb] no beer
So it's lonesome away [Eb] from your kindred and all
[F] By the campfire at night where the wild [Bb]
bingo's call
But there's nothing so lonesome, [Eb] so morbid and drear
[F] As to stand in the bar of the pub with [Bb] no beer
[A]
[N]
Let's get straight into it, John.
[F]
[Bb]
Now it's lonesome away from [Eb] your kindred and all
[F] By the campfire at night where the wild [Bb] dingoes call Hello!
But there's nothing so lonesome, [Eb] so morbid and drear
[F] As to stand in the bar of the pub with [Bb] no beer
Now the publican is anxious [Eb] for his quota to come
[F] And there's the faraway look on the face [Bb] of the bum
The barmaid is cranky [Eb] and the cook's acting queer
[F] It's no place to be where the pub's got [Bb] no beer
Now the swaggy strolls in [Eb] covered in dust and flies
[F]
Staggers up to the bar and wipes the sweat [Bb] from his eyes
But when he is told he [Eb] says, what's this I hear?
[F] I've trudged 50 flaming miles to a pub with [Bb]
no beer
And old Billy the blacksmith, [Eb] the first time in his life
[F]
Staggers home stone-cold sober to his [Bb] darling wife
He sneaks into the kitchen.
She [Eb] says, you're early my dear
[F] Then he breaks down and tells her the pub's got [Bb] no beer
Well the stockman rolls in with [Eb] his dry dusty throat
[F] Scrolls up to the bar and whips his cash from [Bb] his coat
But the smile on his physiognomy [Eb] soon turns to a sneer
[F] When the bartender tells him that the pub's [Bb] got no beer
And there's a dog on the veranda for [Eb] his master
He waits [F] while his master's inside drinking wine [Bb] with his mate
He rushes for cover [Eb] and he cringes in fear
[F] It's no place for a dog where the pub's got [Bb] no beer
So it's lonesome away [Eb] from your kindred and all
[F] By the campfire at night where the wild [Bb]
bingo's call
But there's nothing so lonesome, [Eb] so morbid and drear
[F] As to stand in the bar of the pub with [Bb] no beer
[A]
[N]
Key:
F
Bb
Eb
A
F
Bb
Eb
A
_ _ Being an Australian, this is a song which I've never sung before. _
Let's get straight into it, John. _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ Now it's lonesome away from [Eb] your kindred and all
[F] By the campfire at night where the wild [Bb] dingoes call Hello!
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ But there's nothing so lonesome, [Eb] so morbid and drear
[F] As to stand in the bar of the pub with [Bb] no beer
_ _ _ Now the publican is anxious [Eb] for his quota to come
[F] And there's the faraway look on the face [Bb] of the bum _ _
_ The _ barmaid is cranky [Eb] and the cook's acting queer
[F] It's no place to be where the pub's got [Bb] no beer _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Now the swaggy strolls in [Eb] covered in dust and flies
[F]
Staggers up to the bar and wipes the sweat [Bb] from his eyes _
_ _ But when he is told he [Eb] says, _ what's this I hear?
[F] I've trudged 50 flaming miles to a pub with [Bb]
no beer _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ And old Billy the blacksmith, [Eb] the first time in his life
_ [F]
Staggers home stone-cold sober to his [Bb] darling wife _ _
He sneaks into the kitchen.
She [Eb] says, you're early my dear
[F] Then he breaks down and tells her the pub's got [Bb] no beer _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Well the stockman rolls in with [Eb] his dry dusty throat
[F] Scrolls up to the bar and whips his cash from [Bb] his coat _ _
But the smile on his physiognomy [Eb] soon turns to a sneer
[F] When the bartender tells him that the pub's [Bb] got no beer
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ And there's a dog on the veranda for [Eb] his master
He waits [F] while his master's inside drinking wine [Bb] with his mate
He _ _ rushes for cover [Eb] and he cringes in fear
[F] It's no place for a dog where the pub's got [Bb] no beer _
_ _ _ _ _ _
So it's lonesome away [Eb] from your kindred and all
[F] By the campfire at night where the wild [Bb]
bingo's call _ _ _ _
_ _ _ But there's nothing so lonesome, [Eb] so morbid and drear
[F] As to stand in the bar of the pub with [Bb] no beer _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
Let's get straight into it, John. _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ _ Now it's lonesome away from [Eb] your kindred and all
[F] By the campfire at night where the wild [Bb] dingoes call Hello!
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ But there's nothing so lonesome, [Eb] so morbid and drear
[F] As to stand in the bar of the pub with [Bb] no beer
_ _ _ Now the publican is anxious [Eb] for his quota to come
[F] And there's the faraway look on the face [Bb] of the bum _ _
_ The _ barmaid is cranky [Eb] and the cook's acting queer
[F] It's no place to be where the pub's got [Bb] no beer _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Now the swaggy strolls in [Eb] covered in dust and flies
[F]
Staggers up to the bar and wipes the sweat [Bb] from his eyes _
_ _ But when he is told he [Eb] says, _ what's this I hear?
[F] I've trudged 50 flaming miles to a pub with [Bb]
no beer _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ And old Billy the blacksmith, [Eb] the first time in his life
_ [F]
Staggers home stone-cold sober to his [Bb] darling wife _ _
He sneaks into the kitchen.
She [Eb] says, you're early my dear
[F] Then he breaks down and tells her the pub's got [Bb] no beer _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Well the stockman rolls in with [Eb] his dry dusty throat
[F] Scrolls up to the bar and whips his cash from [Bb] his coat _ _
But the smile on his physiognomy [Eb] soon turns to a sneer
[F] When the bartender tells him that the pub's [Bb] got no beer
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ And there's a dog on the veranda for [Eb] his master
He waits [F] while his master's inside drinking wine [Bb] with his mate
He _ _ rushes for cover [Eb] and he cringes in fear
[F] It's no place for a dog where the pub's got [Bb] no beer _
_ _ _ _ _ _
So it's lonesome away [Eb] from your kindred and all
[F] By the campfire at night where the wild [Bb]
bingo's call _ _ _ _
_ _ _ But there's nothing so lonesome, [Eb] so morbid and drear
[F] As to stand in the bar of the pub with [Bb] no beer _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
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