Slim Dusty (Live At Wagga Wagga) - Sweeney Chords
Tempo:
82.75 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
A
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Thank you very much indeed everyone.
On stage now of course you can see Joy McKean and Barry Thornton.
It's Barry Thornton on my right.
But Barry's a very well-known guitarist right round Australia.
He's known all over the country.
He's played before the Prince of Wales, the Duke of Gloucester and many other leading hotels, believe you me.
And Joy does a lot of work on stage, does a lot of work backstage as well, which is very important, believe you me.
And she keeps most of us in order, most of the time.
In the cold weather though she does a lot of knitting for me.
And only a couple of weeks back we had a cold spell and she was driving the car and knitting at the same time.
Pearl one, pearl two and knock down three.
Terrible.
And right now I'd like to mix them up just a little bit, do a few old ones and do a few new songs.
Firstly I'd like to do one and the words written by the old master himself, the late and great Henry Lawson.
And I set these words to music and it's the story that he called Sweeney.
It was somewhere in September [B] and the sun was going down
When I came in search of coffee to a darling river [E] town
Come and have a drink we'll call it, [B] it's a fitting name I think
And it was raining for a wonder up at Come and Have [E] a Drink
[A] Underneath the pub verandah I was resting on a bunk
[F#] When a stranger rose before me and he said that he [B] was drunk
[E] He apologized for speaking, [B] there was no offense he swore
But he somehow seemed to fancy that he'd seen my face [E] before
He agreed you can't remember [B] all the chaps you chance to meet
And he said his name was Sweeney, he believed in [E] Sussex Street
He was camping in a stable [B] but he swore that he was right
Only for the blanky horses walking over him [E] all night
[A] He'd apparently been fighting for his face was black and blue
[F#] And it looked as though the horses had been treading on [B] him too
[E] But an honest genial twinkle [B] in the eye that wasn't hurt
Seemed to hint of something better spite of drink and rags [E] and dirt
[B]
[E] He was born in Parramatta [B] and he said with humour grim
That he'd like to see the city ere the liquor [E] finished him
But he couldn't raise the money, [B] he was damned if he could think
What the government was doing here he offered me [E] a drink
I declined with self-denial [B] and I lectured him on booze
Using all the hackneyed arguments that preachers [E] mostly use
Things I'd heard in temperance lectures, [B] I was young and rather green
And I ended by referring to the man he might [E] have been
But he [A] couldn't stay to argue for his beer was nearly [E] gone
He [F#] was glad he said to meet me and he'd see me [B] later on
[E] But he guessed he'd have to go and [B] get his bottle filled again
And he gave a lurch and vanished in the darkness [E] and the rain
And of afternoons in cities [B] when the rain is on the land
Visions come to me of Sweeney with his bottle in [E] his hand
[A] [N]
On stage now of course you can see Joy McKean and Barry Thornton.
It's Barry Thornton on my right.
But Barry's a very well-known guitarist right round Australia.
He's known all over the country.
He's played before the Prince of Wales, the Duke of Gloucester and many other leading hotels, believe you me.
And Joy does a lot of work on stage, does a lot of work backstage as well, which is very important, believe you me.
And she keeps most of us in order, most of the time.
In the cold weather though she does a lot of knitting for me.
And only a couple of weeks back we had a cold spell and she was driving the car and knitting at the same time.
Pearl one, pearl two and knock down three.
Terrible.
And right now I'd like to mix them up just a little bit, do a few old ones and do a few new songs.
Firstly I'd like to do one and the words written by the old master himself, the late and great Henry Lawson.
And I set these words to music and it's the story that he called Sweeney.
It was somewhere in September [B] and the sun was going down
When I came in search of coffee to a darling river [E] town
Come and have a drink we'll call it, [B] it's a fitting name I think
And it was raining for a wonder up at Come and Have [E] a Drink
[A] Underneath the pub verandah I was resting on a bunk
[F#] When a stranger rose before me and he said that he [B] was drunk
[E] He apologized for speaking, [B] there was no offense he swore
But he somehow seemed to fancy that he'd seen my face [E] before
He agreed you can't remember [B] all the chaps you chance to meet
And he said his name was Sweeney, he believed in [E] Sussex Street
He was camping in a stable [B] but he swore that he was right
Only for the blanky horses walking over him [E] all night
[A] He'd apparently been fighting for his face was black and blue
[F#] And it looked as though the horses had been treading on [B] him too
[E] But an honest genial twinkle [B] in the eye that wasn't hurt
Seemed to hint of something better spite of drink and rags [E] and dirt
[B]
[E] He was born in Parramatta [B] and he said with humour grim
That he'd like to see the city ere the liquor [E] finished him
But he couldn't raise the money, [B] he was damned if he could think
What the government was doing here he offered me [E] a drink
I declined with self-denial [B] and I lectured him on booze
Using all the hackneyed arguments that preachers [E] mostly use
Things I'd heard in temperance lectures, [B] I was young and rather green
And I ended by referring to the man he might [E] have been
But he [A] couldn't stay to argue for his beer was nearly [E] gone
He [F#] was glad he said to meet me and he'd see me [B] later on
[E] But he guessed he'd have to go and [B] get his bottle filled again
And he gave a lurch and vanished in the darkness [E] and the rain
And of afternoons in cities [B] when the rain is on the land
Visions come to me of Sweeney with his bottle in [E] his hand
[A] [N]
Key:
E
B
A
F#
E
B
A
F#
Thank you very much indeed everyone.
On stage now of course you can see Joy McKean and Barry Thornton.
It's Barry Thornton on my right.
But _ _ Barry's a very well-known guitarist right round Australia.
He's known all over the country.
He's played before the Prince of Wales, the Duke of Gloucester and many other leading hotels, believe you me. _ _
_ And Joy does a lot of work on stage, does a lot of work backstage as well, which is very important, believe you me.
And she keeps most of us in order, most of the time.
In the cold weather though she does a lot of knitting for me.
And only a couple of weeks back we had a cold spell and she was driving the car and knitting at the same time.
Pearl one, pearl two and knock down three.
Terrible. _
And right now I'd like to mix them up just a little bit, do a few old ones and do a few new songs.
Firstly I'd like to do one and the words written by the old master himself, the late and great Henry Lawson.
And I set these words to music and it's the story that he called Sweeney.
_ _ _ _ _ It was somewhere in September [B] and the sun was going down
When I came in search of coffee to a darling river [E] town
_ Come and have a drink we'll call it, [B] it's a fitting name I think
And it was raining for a wonder up at Come and Have [E] a Drink
_ _ [A] Underneath the pub verandah I was resting on a bunk
[F#] When a stranger rose before me and he said that he [B] was drunk
_ [E] He apologized for speaking, [B] there was no offense he swore
But he somehow seemed to fancy that he'd seen my face [E] before
_ He agreed you can't remember [B] all the chaps you chance to meet
And he said his name was Sweeney, he believed in [E] Sussex Street
_ He was camping in a stable [B] but he swore that he was right
Only for the blanky horses walking over him [E] all night
_ [A] He'd apparently been fighting for his face was black and blue
[F#] And it looked as though the horses had been treading on [B] him too
[E] But an honest genial twinkle [B] in the eye that wasn't hurt
Seemed to hint of something better spite of drink and rags [E] and dirt
_ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ He was born in Parramatta [B] and he said with humour grim
That he'd like to see the city ere the liquor [E] finished him
But he couldn't raise the money, [B] he was damned if he could think
What the government was doing here he offered me [E] a drink
_ I declined with self-denial [B] and I lectured him on booze
Using all the hackneyed arguments that preachers [E] mostly use
Things I'd heard in temperance lectures, [B] I was young and rather green
And I ended by referring to the man he might [E] have been
But he [A] couldn't stay to argue for his beer was nearly [E] gone
He [F#] was glad he said to meet me and he'd see me [B] later on
[E] But he guessed he'd have to go and [B] get his bottle filled again
And he gave a lurch and vanished in the darkness [E] and the rain
_ _ And of afternoons in cities [B] when the rain is on the land
Visions come to me of Sweeney with his bottle in [E] his hand
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _
On stage now of course you can see Joy McKean and Barry Thornton.
It's Barry Thornton on my right.
But _ _ Barry's a very well-known guitarist right round Australia.
He's known all over the country.
He's played before the Prince of Wales, the Duke of Gloucester and many other leading hotels, believe you me. _ _
_ And Joy does a lot of work on stage, does a lot of work backstage as well, which is very important, believe you me.
And she keeps most of us in order, most of the time.
In the cold weather though she does a lot of knitting for me.
And only a couple of weeks back we had a cold spell and she was driving the car and knitting at the same time.
Pearl one, pearl two and knock down three.
Terrible. _
And right now I'd like to mix them up just a little bit, do a few old ones and do a few new songs.
Firstly I'd like to do one and the words written by the old master himself, the late and great Henry Lawson.
And I set these words to music and it's the story that he called Sweeney.
_ _ _ _ _ It was somewhere in September [B] and the sun was going down
When I came in search of coffee to a darling river [E] town
_ Come and have a drink we'll call it, [B] it's a fitting name I think
And it was raining for a wonder up at Come and Have [E] a Drink
_ _ [A] Underneath the pub verandah I was resting on a bunk
[F#] When a stranger rose before me and he said that he [B] was drunk
_ [E] He apologized for speaking, [B] there was no offense he swore
But he somehow seemed to fancy that he'd seen my face [E] before
_ He agreed you can't remember [B] all the chaps you chance to meet
And he said his name was Sweeney, he believed in [E] Sussex Street
_ He was camping in a stable [B] but he swore that he was right
Only for the blanky horses walking over him [E] all night
_ [A] He'd apparently been fighting for his face was black and blue
[F#] And it looked as though the horses had been treading on [B] him too
[E] But an honest genial twinkle [B] in the eye that wasn't hurt
Seemed to hint of something better spite of drink and rags [E] and dirt
_ _ [B] _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ He was born in Parramatta [B] and he said with humour grim
That he'd like to see the city ere the liquor [E] finished him
But he couldn't raise the money, [B] he was damned if he could think
What the government was doing here he offered me [E] a drink
_ I declined with self-denial [B] and I lectured him on booze
Using all the hackneyed arguments that preachers [E] mostly use
Things I'd heard in temperance lectures, [B] I was young and rather green
And I ended by referring to the man he might [E] have been
But he [A] couldn't stay to argue for his beer was nearly [E] gone
He [F#] was glad he said to meet me and he'd see me [B] later on
[E] But he guessed he'd have to go and [B] get his bottle filled again
And he gave a lurch and vanished in the darkness [E] and the rain
_ _ And of afternoons in cities [B] when the rain is on the land
Visions come to me of Sweeney with his bottle in [E] his hand
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _ _