I Can Still Hear Dad Swearing Chords by Slim Dusty

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_ When I was a kid [F#] we worked [C#] without pay I loved best the [G#] harvest and stook [C#] in the hay _
Sisters and brothers [F#] in [C#] knockabout clothes They were the good [G#] days and good [C#] times for those
I still [G#] hear Dad swearing [C#] when we let down the gap [F#] And the horses [C#] spread out [G#] through the stooks [C#] on the flat
And poor [G#] old Mum scolding [C#] like a bushwoman can [F#] Pray the Lord he's [C#] not [G#] listening to the talk [C#] from that man
_ _ _ I helped with the mustering [F#] for the shearings [C#] in June And worked in the shed [G#] through the long [C#] afternoons
_ Picking up [F#] fleeces and sweeping [C#] the board And fetching the [G#] lunches I did [C#] what I could
I can still [G#] hear Dad swearing [C#] at the stubborn old [F#] youths And we dare not [C#] repeat [G#] any words [C#] that he used
And poor old Mum scolding like a bushwoman can [F#] Pray the Lord [C#] he's not listening [G#] to the talk from [C#] that man
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[C#] _ _ _ _ _ _ all learned to [F#] ride on the old [C#] pony mare But the big rangy vealers [G#] were more [C#] than a dare
_ We'd bring up the cows [F#] to the old [C#] cattle yard The ground where we rode [G#] them was dusty [C#] and hard
I can still hear Dad [G#] swearing [C#] when we rode our old bull [F#] Straight into [C#] the chaff shed [G#] and out [C#] through the wall
And poor [G#] old Mum scolding [C#] like a bushwoman can [F#] Pray the Lord he's [C#] not [G#] listening to the talk from [C#] that man _ _ _
Dad bought me a shotgun [F#] when I [C#] was fourteen I soon got my chance [G#] to show I [C#] was keen
The dogs were all barking [F#] so I went for [C#] a look And a mangy old fox [G#] was there stealing [C#] a chook
I can still hear [G#] Dad [C#] swearing when I splattered with shot [F#] The rear [C#] of the outhouse [G#] while [C#] shooting at docks
And poor old Mum [G#] [C#] scolding like a bushwoman can [F#] Pray the Lord he's [C#] not [G#] listening to the talk [C#] from that man
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_ _ _ _ as many long hours [F#] we spent [C#] with the dogs Flushing out rabbits [G#] from the old hollow [C#] logs
In the foothills and scrub [F#] where the gullies [C#] abound Knew all the [G#] places where game could [C#] be found
I can still hear [G#] Dad [C#] swearing as we burnt that old log [F#] The day the [C#] big snake bit [G#] his best healthy dog
And poor old Mum scolding [C#] like a bushwoman can [F#] Pray the Lord he's [C#] not [G#] listening to the talk from [C#] that man
But _ _ those days have vanished like [F#] childhood [C#] they've flown An abandoned old house [G#] in the bush stands [C#] alone
_ Where a ghostly old figure [F#] in a big fluffy [C#] hat Still brings us our lunch [G#] through the stooks [C#] on the flat
I can still hear [G#] Dad swearing as we [C#] buried old Mum As [F#] we stood [C#] by her grave in the warm autumn sun
You can still hear [G#] her [C#] scolding like a bushwoman can Pray [F#] the Lord [C#] he's not listening to [G#] the talk from [C#] that man _
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