Indian Pacific Chords by Slim Dusty

[G] _ Here she comes across the Nullarbor now, the Indian Pacific, here we go!
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_ _ coast to [F] coast by night and [Bb] day, hear the clicking [Eb] of the wheels,
[Ab] the humming of the diesel, on her ribbons of steel,
[Bb] carrying the memories of a nation built by hand,
see the Indian Pacific [Eb] span the land,
_ she's the pride of [F] all the railway [Bb] men, cross country [Eb] where she [Ab] flies,
from the blue Pacific waters to where the mountains rise,
[Bb] by lakes and big brown rivers, through desert country dry,
see the Indian Pacific [Db] passing [Eb] by.
[Ab] Oh, the Indian Pacific, [Eb] she goes her whole in-depth track,
[Ab] five thousand miles to travel [Eb] before [Ab] she's there [Bb] and back,
_ [Eb] beside the [F] line a drover [Bb] waves his padded [Eb] old grey hat,
[Ab] and keeps a catch in yabbies down by the river flat,
[Bb] and a woman hangs her washing in her backyard near the line,
as the Indian [Eb] Pacific's making time. _ _
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_ Hear the whistle [F] blowin' lonely neath [Bb] the Nullarbor [Eb] [Ab] starlight,
saluting those who walk across the track she rides tonight,
[Bb] calling to the railway cams and the fiddlers on the line,
I'm the Indian Pacific [Eb] right on time.
From the silver [Fm] of the broken hill [Bb] to old Kalgoorlie [Eb] gold,
[Ab] she mirrors all the colours of the land so hard and old,
[Bb] then the western flowers are blue and the air is just like wine,
and the Indian Pacific's [Eb] making time.
_ [Ab] Oh, the Indian Pacific, she [Eb] goes her whole in-depth track,
[Ab] five thousand miles to travel [Eb] before [Ab] she's [Bb] there and back,
_ [Eb] by the waters [F] of the western [Bb] sea to the eastern [Eb] ocean sand,
[Ab] for the [Bb] Indian [Eb] Pacific's fans of land, oh yeah,
[Ab] for the [Bb] Indian Pacific's [Eb] fans of land.
There she goes right back across the Nullarbor.
Whoa! _ _ _ _ _ _
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