Chords for Slim Dusty- Jimberella Kid

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_ [F#] _ [B] _ _ _ _ He rambled and he gambled, and fire burned in [F#] his veins.
He fought and swore and drank and danced, [B] was dishonored for his pains.
But he'd never cheated upon a friend, he lived by the [E] Bushman's Code.
And no man feared [B] for wife or child [F#] where Jim Barella [B] rode. _ _
But when a native stockman was smashed against [F#] a tree,
He rode the forty miles for help [B] through a night like Ebony.
And none could ride beside him when the scrubbers made [E] their bid.
With whip and spur [B] he carved his name, [F#] the Jim Barella [B] Kid.
_ _ [E] But who was it duff [F#] the clean skins?
[B] Who was it stole the horse?
[C#] Who was it shot the squatter's bull?
They'll blame someone [F#] of course.
_ But [B] they have to find a scapegoat, for they can't find out [E] who did.
And they'll blame that wild [B] young stockman, [F#] the Jim Barella [B] Kid.
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A thousand head of cattle camped by the [F#] Wilga Hole.
A surging restless flight he [B] mopped five stockmen in control.
And riding up to see the herd, though her father [E] might forbid,
The squatter's [B] daughter rode [F#] beside the Jim [B] Barella Kid.
_ And when the loving couple rode by [F#] the Wilga Hole,
They stirred a dingo from the [B] creek and across the flat he stole.
It was then the new chum Jackaroo drew rifle [E] from its sheath,
And unheeded [B] went the cry that [F#] ripped from Jim [B] Barella's teeth.
_ _ [E] But who was [F#] it duff the clean skins?
[B] Who was it stole the horse?
[C#] Who was it shot the squatter's bull?
They'll blame [F#] someone of course.
_ [B] But they have to find a scapegoat, and they can't find [E] out who did.
So they'll blame that [B] wild young stockman, [F#] the Jim [B] Barella Kid. _
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_ _ The shot echoed across the flat as the dingo [F#] met his death,
And the thousand head of cattle [B]
rose in a single breath.
They swept down in an avalanche of hooves and [E] horns and hides,
And for his [B] life and for his [F#] love did Jim [B] Barella ride.
_ Two horses in the race for life spurred on by [F#] rain and heel,
Still stumbling on a fallen [B] tree the girl's mare began to reel.
Then hurled its rider from its back as to the [E] ground it slid,
And to her [B] side then swiftly left [F#] the Jim [B] Barella Kid.
_ _ He used his body as a shield to save his [F#] only love,
But the girl lay safe beneath him [B] as death reigned from above.
And now he sleeps forever out beneath the [E] Southern Cross,
And the squatter's [B] daughter sadly [F#] mourns the Jim [B] Barella's loss. _ _
[D#] [E] But who are to duff [F#] the clean skins?
[B] Who are to stole the horse?
[C#] Who are to chop the squatter's bull?
They'll blame someone [F#] of course.
_ But [B] they'll have to find a scapegoat, and blame someone in [E] his stead.
No more he'll be [B] dishonored, [F#] the Jim [B] Barella's dead.
[F#] The Jim [B] Barella's dead. _ _
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