A Pub With No Beer Chords by Slim Dusty

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_ _ [G#m] _ [C#] It's a lonesome [G#] way [B] from your [F#] kindred and all,
By [G#] the campfire at night where the wild [C#] eagles call.
But there's a nothing so [F#] lonesome, morbid or drear,
[G#] Than to stand in the bar of a pub with [C#] no beer. _
_ _ _ Now the publican's anxious [F#] for the quota to come,
And [G#] there's a faraway look on the face [C#] of the bum. _
The maid's gone all cranky [F#] and the cook's acting queer,
[G#] Oh what a terrible place is a pub with [C#] no beer.
Well [G#] strange things happen here in the [C#] outback.
[G#] My old friend who wrote that [C#] song [G#] is here with all our truckie mates [C#] 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 [G#] do for me
and that's how we go [C#] 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 rides [F] in with [F#] his dry dusty throat,
He [G#] breaths up to the bar, [D#] pulls a wad [C#] from his coat.
The smile on his face [F#] quickly turns to a sneer,
[G#] As the barman said sadly, the pub's got [C#] no beer.
Hey!
_ _ _ Then the swaggy comes in, [F#] smothered in dust and flies.
[G#] He throws down his roll and rubs the sweat [C#] from his eyes.
But when he is told, [F#] he says, what's this I hear?
[G#] I trudge fifty flaming miles to a [Cm] pub with [C#] no beer. _
Hey!
_ There's a dog on the prander [F#] for his master he waits,
[G#] Cause the boss is inside drinking wine [C#] with his mates.
Terrible situation.
He hurries for [F#] cover 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 [C#] darling wife.
He walks in the kitchen, [F#] she says, you're early Bill dear,
[G#] But then he breaks down and tells her, the [C#] pub's got no beer.
Shall we waltz?
All together!
Hey! _
It's a lonesome away [F#] from your kindred and [G#] old,
Like a campfire at night where the wild [C#] eagles call.
But there's nothing so lonesome, [F#]
morbid or drear,
[G#] Than to stand in the bar of that pub with [C#] an old beer.
[F#] _ _ [C#] Oh! _ _
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