A Picture Of Home Chords by Slim Dusty
Tempo:
93.175 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
F
Eb
Gm
Cm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Gm]
[Cm] [Bb] [F] [Bb]
My story [F] swings around a [Bb] bunch of soldiers, [Eb] resting close behind the [Bb] battle scenes.
[Eb] There were men from many [Bb] nations represented, a rugged, tough, united [F]
nation's team.
[Bb] They spoke [F] about their own [Bb] beloved homeland, [Eb] resting far from all the tortured [Bb] battle scenes.
[Eb] On this day, the lad who claimed the [Bb] most attention, a young [F] Australian soldier [Bb] who began,
[F] [Bb] Oh, I have never claimed [F] to be a [Bb] namazera, I [Eb] have never taken up the [Bb] painter's brush,
But [Eb] in words, my lads, I'll paint for [Bb] you a picture of my homeland and the wide [F] Australian bush.
[Bb] Have you ever [F] seen the western [Bb] plains at sundown, [Eb] and the fiery streaks that seem to blaze [Bb] across?
[Eb] And then later in the evening see a [Bb] ghost come, standing [F] silently beneath the [Bb] southern cross?
Have you ever [F] heard the wild [Bb] swan in its calling, [Eb] in the stillness of some [Bb] faraway lagoon?
[Eb] Or seen the place where brumbies [Bb] come to water, they always come at rising [F] of the moon?
[Bb] Have you ever [F] wandered through [Bb] some ferny gully, [Eb] in springtime when the wattles [Bb] are in bloom?
[Eb] If you've never, then you'll never [Bb] know the sweetness that fills the [F] air around with [Bb] its perfume.
Have you ever [F] gazed upon a [Bb] peaceful homestead, [Eb] with the old blue mountain standing [Bb] in the view?
[Eb] See the homestead cattle grazing [Bb] by the river, from the hillside bounds an old man [F] kangaroo.
[Bb] In the evening [F] see the smoke rise [Bb] from the chimney, [Eb] tells that day is done and soon it's [Bb] time for tea.
[Eb] Hear the jackass laughter ringing [Bb] through the bushland, oh that's God's own [F] country and home sweet [Bb] home to me.
Have you ever [F] seen a wheat field [Bb] in the morning, [Eb] when the dawn wind rippled through the [Bb] golden grain?
[Eb] Or wandered through the farmlands [Bb] in the dawn time, and smelt their earthly sweetness [F] after rain?
Oh I [Bb] have never claimed [F] to be an [Bb] amateur, and [Eb] I said before I've never used [Bb] the brush,
[Eb] that I hope my lads I've painted you [Bb] a picture, of my homeland and [F] the wide [Bb] Australian bush.
[Eb] [Bb]
[Cm] [Bb] [F] [Bb]
My story [F] swings around a [Bb] bunch of soldiers, [Eb] resting close behind the [Bb] battle scenes.
[Eb] There were men from many [Bb] nations represented, a rugged, tough, united [F]
nation's team.
[Bb] They spoke [F] about their own [Bb] beloved homeland, [Eb] resting far from all the tortured [Bb] battle scenes.
[Eb] On this day, the lad who claimed the [Bb] most attention, a young [F] Australian soldier [Bb] who began,
[F] [Bb] Oh, I have never claimed [F] to be a [Bb] namazera, I [Eb] have never taken up the [Bb] painter's brush,
But [Eb] in words, my lads, I'll paint for [Bb] you a picture of my homeland and the wide [F] Australian bush.
[Bb] Have you ever [F] seen the western [Bb] plains at sundown, [Eb] and the fiery streaks that seem to blaze [Bb] across?
[Eb] And then later in the evening see a [Bb] ghost come, standing [F] silently beneath the [Bb] southern cross?
Have you ever [F] heard the wild [Bb] swan in its calling, [Eb] in the stillness of some [Bb] faraway lagoon?
[Eb] Or seen the place where brumbies [Bb] come to water, they always come at rising [F] of the moon?
[Bb] Have you ever [F] wandered through [Bb] some ferny gully, [Eb] in springtime when the wattles [Bb] are in bloom?
[Eb] If you've never, then you'll never [Bb] know the sweetness that fills the [F] air around with [Bb] its perfume.
Have you ever [F] gazed upon a [Bb] peaceful homestead, [Eb] with the old blue mountain standing [Bb] in the view?
[Eb] See the homestead cattle grazing [Bb] by the river, from the hillside bounds an old man [F] kangaroo.
[Bb] In the evening [F] see the smoke rise [Bb] from the chimney, [Eb] tells that day is done and soon it's [Bb] time for tea.
[Eb] Hear the jackass laughter ringing [Bb] through the bushland, oh that's God's own [F] country and home sweet [Bb] home to me.
Have you ever [F] seen a wheat field [Bb] in the morning, [Eb] when the dawn wind rippled through the [Bb] golden grain?
[Eb] Or wandered through the farmlands [Bb] in the dawn time, and smelt their earthly sweetness [F] after rain?
Oh I [Bb] have never claimed [F] to be an [Bb] amateur, and [Eb] I said before I've never used [Bb] the brush,
[Eb] that I hope my lads I've painted you [Bb] a picture, of my homeland and [F] the wide [Bb] Australian bush.
[Eb] [Bb]
Key:
Bb
F
Eb
Gm
Cm
Bb
F
Eb
[Gm] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Cm] _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ My story [F] swings around a [Bb] bunch of soldiers, _ [Eb] resting close behind the [Bb] battle scenes.
_ [Eb] There were men from many [Bb] nations represented, _ _ a rugged, tough, united [F]
nation's team.
_ [Bb] They spoke [F] about their own [Bb] beloved homeland, _ [Eb] resting far from all the tortured [Bb] battle scenes.
_ [Eb] On this day, the lad who claimed the [Bb] most attention, _ a young [F] Australian soldier [Bb] who began,
_ [F] _ _ _ [Bb] Oh, I have never claimed [F] to be a [Bb] namazera, I [Eb] have never taken up the [Bb] painter's brush,
But [Eb] in words, my lads, I'll paint for [Bb] you a picture _ of my homeland and the wide [F] Australian bush. _
[Bb] Have you ever [F] seen the western [Bb] plains at sundown, [Eb] and the fiery streaks that seem to blaze [Bb] across? _
[Eb] And then later in the evening see a [Bb] ghost come, _ standing [F] silently beneath the [Bb] southern cross? _
Have you ever [F] heard the wild [Bb] swan in its calling, _ [Eb] in the stillness of some [Bb] faraway lagoon? _
[Eb] Or seen the place where brumbies [Bb] come to water, _ _ they always come at rising [F] of the moon? _
[Bb] Have you ever [F] wandered through [Bb] some ferny gully, _ [Eb] in springtime when the wattles [Bb] are in bloom? _
[Eb] If you've never, then you'll never [Bb] know the sweetness _ that fills the [F] air around with [Bb] its perfume. _
Have you ever [F] gazed upon a [Bb] peaceful homestead, [Eb] with the old blue mountain standing [Bb] in the view? _
[Eb] See the homestead cattle grazing [Bb] by the river, from the hillside bounds an old man [F] kangaroo. _
[Bb] In the evening [F] see the smoke rise [Bb] from the chimney, _ [Eb] tells that day is done and soon it's [Bb] time for tea. _
[Eb] Hear the jackass laughter ringing [Bb] through the bushland, oh that's God's own [F] country and home sweet [Bb] home to me. _
Have you ever [F] seen a wheat field [Bb] in the morning, _ [Eb] when the dawn wind rippled through the [Bb] golden grain? _
[Eb] Or wandered through the farmlands [Bb] in the dawn time, _ and smelt their earthly sweetness [F] after rain?
Oh I [Bb] have never claimed [F] to be an [Bb] amateur, _ and [Eb] I said before I've never used [Bb] the brush,
_ [Eb] that I hope my lads I've painted you [Bb] a picture, _ of my homeland and [F] the wide [Bb] Australian bush.
[Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Cm] _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ [Bb] _
_ _ My story [F] swings around a [Bb] bunch of soldiers, _ [Eb] resting close behind the [Bb] battle scenes.
_ [Eb] There were men from many [Bb] nations represented, _ _ a rugged, tough, united [F]
nation's team.
_ [Bb] They spoke [F] about their own [Bb] beloved homeland, _ [Eb] resting far from all the tortured [Bb] battle scenes.
_ [Eb] On this day, the lad who claimed the [Bb] most attention, _ a young [F] Australian soldier [Bb] who began,
_ [F] _ _ _ [Bb] Oh, I have never claimed [F] to be a [Bb] namazera, I [Eb] have never taken up the [Bb] painter's brush,
But [Eb] in words, my lads, I'll paint for [Bb] you a picture _ of my homeland and the wide [F] Australian bush. _
[Bb] Have you ever [F] seen the western [Bb] plains at sundown, [Eb] and the fiery streaks that seem to blaze [Bb] across? _
[Eb] And then later in the evening see a [Bb] ghost come, _ standing [F] silently beneath the [Bb] southern cross? _
Have you ever [F] heard the wild [Bb] swan in its calling, _ [Eb] in the stillness of some [Bb] faraway lagoon? _
[Eb] Or seen the place where brumbies [Bb] come to water, _ _ they always come at rising [F] of the moon? _
[Bb] Have you ever [F] wandered through [Bb] some ferny gully, _ [Eb] in springtime when the wattles [Bb] are in bloom? _
[Eb] If you've never, then you'll never [Bb] know the sweetness _ that fills the [F] air around with [Bb] its perfume. _
Have you ever [F] gazed upon a [Bb] peaceful homestead, [Eb] with the old blue mountain standing [Bb] in the view? _
[Eb] See the homestead cattle grazing [Bb] by the river, from the hillside bounds an old man [F] kangaroo. _
[Bb] In the evening [F] see the smoke rise [Bb] from the chimney, _ [Eb] tells that day is done and soon it's [Bb] time for tea. _
[Eb] Hear the jackass laughter ringing [Bb] through the bushland, oh that's God's own [F] country and home sweet [Bb] home to me. _
Have you ever [F] seen a wheat field [Bb] in the morning, _ [Eb] when the dawn wind rippled through the [Bb] golden grain? _
[Eb] Or wandered through the farmlands [Bb] in the dawn time, _ and smelt their earthly sweetness [F] after rain?
Oh I [Bb] have never claimed [F] to be an [Bb] amateur, _ and [Eb] I said before I've never used [Bb] the brush,
_ [Eb] that I hope my lads I've painted you [Bb] a picture, _ of my homeland and [F] the wide [Bb] Australian bush.
[Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _