Happy Jack Chords by Slim Dusty

_ [A] _ _ [F] _ _ _ I once knew a fella, a travelling mate, not bad as fellas [C] go.
He [F] was happiest when he was miserable, [Bb] if ever that could [C] be so.
[F] He would wake up every morning, with the world upon [Bb] his back.
[C] And so for the want of a better name, [Gm] we called him [F] Happy Jack. _ _
If ever you've travelled on outback tracks, most of us sometimes [C] do,
[F] With anxious eyes on the pet world gate, [Bb] in the hope it can see [C] you through.
[F] Near a hundred miles from nowhere, an 80 still to go,
[C] You'll hear his voice like the crack of doom, [Gm] the petrol's [F] getting low. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ [F] _ _ _ And when you're out on the black soil flats, and you know what some [C] rain can do,
[F] You hope for the best as you head for the [Bb] west, and you whisper a [C] prayer or two.
[F] And just when you're half way over, and starting to [Bb] breathe again,
[C] He'll say with a sigh and a mournful eye, I think we're [F] in for a raid.
_ And when on a long and lonely run, nothing [C] in between,
[F] The town you left is away in the [Bb] park, the next one [C] a distant dream.
[F] For he'll prick up his ears and listen, and then in accent slow,
I [C] don't like the noise she's making boss, the dip's [F] about due. _ _
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_ _ When you've bumped over _ corrugations, deep you can [C] bury a cow,
[F] You say to yourself it's pretty [Bb] bad, but the worst must [C] be over now.
[F] Then he'll look at you with a woeful look, and burrows [Bb] on his brow,
[C] The last 50 miles of the road they say, is the worst in [F] Australian now.
_ Oh I wonder where he is today, travelling [C] mate I had,
[F] Wherever he is it's safe to [Bb] say that things are [C] really bad,
[F] If it's not the dip it's something else, or the petrol's getting low.
[C] It's pounds to peanuts and that's a bet, _ [A] something's about [F] to go. _
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