Beat Of The Government Stroke Chords by Slim Dusty
Tempo:
79.2 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
F
Eb
C
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[F] [Bb] I [Eb] never was [Bb] much at singing, [Eb] and I ain't a musical [F] bloke, but I [Eb] play the mad mic and [Bb] the banjo to [F] the beat of the government [Bb] stroke.
[F] [Bb] To the beat of the government stroke I play while the farm [Eb] calls the tune, and the rattle of gravel [Bb] on the banjo [C] blade is all I hear [F] till noon.
[Bb] With my head down low and my tailbone high, sweat runnin' down [Eb] my brow, and a [Bb] big yellow sign sayin' men at work, [F] I show all the [Bb] people [F] now.
[Bb] A councilman he can swing a pick or a shovel the [Eb] whole day long, diggin' up [Bb] drains and ditches [C] for a pittin' [F] sander's song.
[Bb] But what does the local yokel say?
Hey, but look at the [Eb] councilman, he never would [Bb] work in an iron [F] lung or dirty his [Bb] little hand.
[F] [Bb] Have a go yourself, you bloody mug, I say, but he gives me the [Eb] old thumbs up, and then tears [Bb] off like a greasing lube [C] to find him [F] another pub.
I [Bb] said to the teeth as there I stand in a typical [Eb] council pose, [Bb] leanin' upon my old banjo [F] with the sweat runnin' down [Bb] my [F] nose.
[Bb]
[Eb] [Bb] [F]
[Bb] [F] [Bb] Oh, I work all day for an honours quid, and this is the [Eb] thanks I get.
What'll I do?
[Bb] What are my [C] rights?
I ask of [F] the union rep.
[Bb] So there we are with the hole in the road, traffic [Eb] piling up,
But the billied [Bb] boy he was doing his [F] bit and calling us [Bb] for a [F] cup.
[Bb] So the ten of us and the foreman too, a man on the [Eb] stop and go,
Downed our [Bb] tools and we were [C] joined by the bloke on the [F] big back hoe,
[Bb] And while the little old lady was a-tooting her horn, the truckie was a-jumping [Eb] round,
We nibbled our bickies [Bb] and we sipped our tea [F] and we never even heard [Bb] a sound.
[F] [Bb] Oh sitting at ease, neat the berk my fly, just watching the world [Eb] go by,
My mind went back to [Bb] an earlier day, [C] man I never would have thought [F] that I,
[Bb] Would play the mad mic and the banjo to the beat of [Eb] the government stroke.
But like I [Bb] said, I never could [F] sing and I ain't [Bb] a musical [F] bloke.
[Bb] Oh [Eb] I never was much at [Bb] singing [Eb] and I ain't [F] a musical bloke,
[Eb] But I'd play the mad mic and [Bb] the [F] banjo to the beat of the government,
Beat of the government, beat of the government, [E] er, [Bb] stroke.
[F] [Bb] To the beat of the government stroke I play while the farm [Eb] calls the tune, and the rattle of gravel [Bb] on the banjo [C] blade is all I hear [F] till noon.
[Bb] With my head down low and my tailbone high, sweat runnin' down [Eb] my brow, and a [Bb] big yellow sign sayin' men at work, [F] I show all the [Bb] people [F] now.
[Bb] A councilman he can swing a pick or a shovel the [Eb] whole day long, diggin' up [Bb] drains and ditches [C] for a pittin' [F] sander's song.
[Bb] But what does the local yokel say?
Hey, but look at the [Eb] councilman, he never would [Bb] work in an iron [F] lung or dirty his [Bb] little hand.
[F] [Bb] Have a go yourself, you bloody mug, I say, but he gives me the [Eb] old thumbs up, and then tears [Bb] off like a greasing lube [C] to find him [F] another pub.
I [Bb] said to the teeth as there I stand in a typical [Eb] council pose, [Bb] leanin' upon my old banjo [F] with the sweat runnin' down [Bb] my [F] nose.
[Bb]
[Eb] [Bb] [F]
[Bb] [F] [Bb] Oh, I work all day for an honours quid, and this is the [Eb] thanks I get.
What'll I do?
[Bb] What are my [C] rights?
I ask of [F] the union rep.
[Bb] So there we are with the hole in the road, traffic [Eb] piling up,
But the billied [Bb] boy he was doing his [F] bit and calling us [Bb] for a [F] cup.
[Bb] So the ten of us and the foreman too, a man on the [Eb] stop and go,
Downed our [Bb] tools and we were [C] joined by the bloke on the [F] big back hoe,
[Bb] And while the little old lady was a-tooting her horn, the truckie was a-jumping [Eb] round,
We nibbled our bickies [Bb] and we sipped our tea [F] and we never even heard [Bb] a sound.
[F] [Bb] Oh sitting at ease, neat the berk my fly, just watching the world [Eb] go by,
My mind went back to [Bb] an earlier day, [C] man I never would have thought [F] that I,
[Bb] Would play the mad mic and the banjo to the beat of [Eb] the government stroke.
But like I [Bb] said, I never could [F] sing and I ain't [Bb] a musical [F] bloke.
[Bb] Oh [Eb] I never was much at [Bb] singing [Eb] and I ain't [F] a musical bloke,
[Eb] But I'd play the mad mic and [Bb] the [F] banjo to the beat of the government,
Beat of the government, beat of the government, [E] er, [Bb] stroke.
Key:
Bb
F
Eb
C
E
Bb
F
Eb
[F] [Bb] I [Eb] never was [Bb] much at singing, [Eb] and I ain't a musical [F] bloke, but I [Eb] play the mad mic and [Bb] the banjo to [F] the beat of the government [Bb] stroke.
[F] [Bb] To the beat of the government stroke I play while the farm [Eb] calls the tune, and the rattle of gravel [Bb] on the banjo [C] blade is all I hear [F] till noon.
[Bb] With my head down low and my tailbone high, sweat runnin' down [Eb] my brow, and a [Bb] big yellow sign sayin' men at work, [F] I show all the [Bb] people [F] now.
[Bb] A councilman he can swing a pick or a shovel the [Eb] whole day long, diggin' up [Bb] drains and ditches [C] for a pittin' [F] sander's song.
[Bb] But what does the local yokel say?
Hey, but look at the [Eb] councilman, he never would [Bb] work in an iron [F] lung or dirty his [Bb] little hand.
[F] [Bb] Have a go yourself, you bloody mug, I say, but he gives me the [Eb] old thumbs up, and then tears [Bb] off like a greasing lube [C] to find him [F] another pub.
I [Bb] said to the teeth as there I stand in a typical [Eb] council pose, [Bb] leanin' upon my old banjo [F] with the sweat runnin' down [Bb] my [F] nose.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _
[Bb] _ [F] [Bb] Oh, I work all day for an honours quid, and this is the [Eb] thanks I get.
What'll I do?
[Bb] What are my [C] rights?
I ask of [F] the union rep.
[Bb] So there we are with the hole in the road, traffic [Eb] piling up,
But the billied [Bb] boy he was doing his [F] bit and calling us [Bb] for a [F] cup.
[Bb] So the ten of us and the foreman too, a man on the [Eb] stop and go,
Downed our [Bb] tools and we were [C] joined by the bloke on the [F] big back hoe,
[Bb] And while the little old lady was a-tooting her horn, the truckie was a-jumping [Eb] round,
We nibbled our bickies [Bb] and we sipped our tea [F] and we never even heard [Bb] a sound.
[F] [Bb] Oh sitting at ease, neat the berk my fly, just watching the world [Eb] go by,
My mind went back to [Bb] an earlier day, [C] man I never would have thought [F] that I,
[Bb] Would play the mad mic and the banjo to the beat of [Eb] the government stroke.
But like I [Bb] said, I never could [F] sing and I ain't [Bb] a musical [F] bloke.
[Bb] Oh [Eb] I never was much at [Bb] singing [Eb] and I ain't [F] a musical bloke,
[Eb] But I'd play the mad mic and [Bb] the [F] banjo to the beat of the government,
Beat of the government, beat of the government, [E] er, [Bb] stroke. _ _
[F] [Bb] To the beat of the government stroke I play while the farm [Eb] calls the tune, and the rattle of gravel [Bb] on the banjo [C] blade is all I hear [F] till noon.
[Bb] With my head down low and my tailbone high, sweat runnin' down [Eb] my brow, and a [Bb] big yellow sign sayin' men at work, [F] I show all the [Bb] people [F] now.
[Bb] A councilman he can swing a pick or a shovel the [Eb] whole day long, diggin' up [Bb] drains and ditches [C] for a pittin' [F] sander's song.
[Bb] But what does the local yokel say?
Hey, but look at the [Eb] councilman, he never would [Bb] work in an iron [F] lung or dirty his [Bb] little hand.
[F] [Bb] Have a go yourself, you bloody mug, I say, but he gives me the [Eb] old thumbs up, and then tears [Bb] off like a greasing lube [C] to find him [F] another pub.
I [Bb] said to the teeth as there I stand in a typical [Eb] council pose, [Bb] leanin' upon my old banjo [F] with the sweat runnin' down [Bb] my [F] nose.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _
[Bb] _ [F] [Bb] Oh, I work all day for an honours quid, and this is the [Eb] thanks I get.
What'll I do?
[Bb] What are my [C] rights?
I ask of [F] the union rep.
[Bb] So there we are with the hole in the road, traffic [Eb] piling up,
But the billied [Bb] boy he was doing his [F] bit and calling us [Bb] for a [F] cup.
[Bb] So the ten of us and the foreman too, a man on the [Eb] stop and go,
Downed our [Bb] tools and we were [C] joined by the bloke on the [F] big back hoe,
[Bb] And while the little old lady was a-tooting her horn, the truckie was a-jumping [Eb] round,
We nibbled our bickies [Bb] and we sipped our tea [F] and we never even heard [Bb] a sound.
[F] [Bb] Oh sitting at ease, neat the berk my fly, just watching the world [Eb] go by,
My mind went back to [Bb] an earlier day, [C] man I never would have thought [F] that I,
[Bb] Would play the mad mic and the banjo to the beat of [Eb] the government stroke.
But like I [Bb] said, I never could [F] sing and I ain't [Bb] a musical [F] bloke.
[Bb] Oh [Eb] I never was much at [Bb] singing [Eb] and I ain't [F] a musical bloke,
[Eb] But I'd play the mad mic and [Bb] the [F] banjo to the beat of the government,
Beat of the government, beat of the government, [E] er, [Bb] stroke. _ _