Chords for Slim Dusty --- Medley
Tempo:
111.65 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
C
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [Em] [D] [A]
[D]
I was talking to [A] a swaggy [D] yesterday His [G] beard was long, his hair was silver [D] grey
His [A] dress was out of style, but [D] he wore a friendly smile
[E] And here is what the old man [A] had to say [C#m] You [D] may think [G] me [A] most unusual, [D] my boy
When [G] I tell you straight that I am stony [D] broke I [G]
tram from year to year and [D] I'll drink all kinds of beer
But I must have [A] good tobacco [D] when I smoke
Here's another piece written by the great Henry Lawson
About a character he called [Em]
[D] Sweeney
It was somewhere in September [A] and the sun was going down
[A] When I came in search of coffee to a darling [D] river town
Come and have a drink, we'll call it, [A] it's a fitting name I think
And it was raining for a wonder, up that come [D] and have a drink
[G] Underneath the pub verandah I was resting [D] on a bunk
When [E] a stranger rose before me and he said that he [A] was drunk
[D]
He apologised for speaking, [A] there was no offence he swore
But he somehow seemed to fancy that he'd seen my face [D] before
Now of afternoons in cities [A] or when the rain [E] is on [A] the land
Visions come to me of Sweeney with that bottle in [D] his hand
Not a bad piece, that
The next one I'd like to do, I first performed this song on [Em] stage
[D] Way up north in Western Australia, a town called Derby
Mainly an Aboriginal audience
And sitting on the side of the stage was the late Buddy Williams
Anyway, after the show he said I think that song might catch on
Buddy was heading south and I was heading north
Anyway, the song that I did that night to all the people out there
Was one in dedication to the outback Aboriginal stockman
It [G] was [D] a story of Trumby
[D] [G] [D]
[A] [D] [B] [D]
Trumby was a ringer, [A] a good one too at that
He could ride and rake, a twist, a [D] throw a rope and fancy a plait
[G] He could count a line, a saddle, [D] track a man lost in the night
[G] Trumby [D] was a good man [A] but he couldn't [Em] read [D] or write
[B] [D] Trumby was dependable [A] and he never took to beer
The boss admired him so much one [D] day made him overseer
[G] It never went to Trumby's [D] head he didn't boast or Skype
[G] Trumby [D] was a good [G] man [A] but he couldn't [D] read or write
[C#] [D] Trumby was a ringer, [A] as solid as a post
His heart was in the right place mate [D] and that's what matters most
[G] Oft times I think how sad it is in [D] this world with all its might
[G] That a man like Trumby [D] met his [G] death [A] cause he couldn't [D] read or write
[A] Couldn't read [D] or write, [A] he couldn't [D] read or write
[C#] [D]
[C]
[G]
[C]
I sailed the sea [F]
in [C] search of freedom
I tilled the soil for [G] seed to grow
I [C] built the fences to [F] hold the cattle
I [C] mined the earth [G] in [C] search of gold
We've done us proud to come this far
Down through [F] the years to [G] where [C] we are
Side by side, hand in hand
We've lived [G] and died for this great land
We've done [C] us proud [D]
to come this far
To come this far, down through [G] the years
Down through the long hard years
To where [D] we are, to where we are right now
Side by side, side by side
Hand in hand, hand in hand
We've lived [A] and died, oh we've lived and died
For this great land, I'd say this great great land
We've done [D] us proud
[D]
I was talking to [A] a swaggy [D] yesterday His [G] beard was long, his hair was silver [D] grey
His [A] dress was out of style, but [D] he wore a friendly smile
[E] And here is what the old man [A] had to say [C#m] You [D] may think [G] me [A] most unusual, [D] my boy
When [G] I tell you straight that I am stony [D] broke I [G]
tram from year to year and [D] I'll drink all kinds of beer
But I must have [A] good tobacco [D] when I smoke
Here's another piece written by the great Henry Lawson
About a character he called [Em]
[D] Sweeney
It was somewhere in September [A] and the sun was going down
[A] When I came in search of coffee to a darling [D] river town
Come and have a drink, we'll call it, [A] it's a fitting name I think
And it was raining for a wonder, up that come [D] and have a drink
[G] Underneath the pub verandah I was resting [D] on a bunk
When [E] a stranger rose before me and he said that he [A] was drunk
[D]
He apologised for speaking, [A] there was no offence he swore
But he somehow seemed to fancy that he'd seen my face [D] before
Now of afternoons in cities [A] or when the rain [E] is on [A] the land
Visions come to me of Sweeney with that bottle in [D] his hand
Not a bad piece, that
The next one I'd like to do, I first performed this song on [Em] stage
[D] Way up north in Western Australia, a town called Derby
Mainly an Aboriginal audience
And sitting on the side of the stage was the late Buddy Williams
Anyway, after the show he said I think that song might catch on
Buddy was heading south and I was heading north
Anyway, the song that I did that night to all the people out there
Was one in dedication to the outback Aboriginal stockman
It [G] was [D] a story of Trumby
[D] [G] [D]
[A] [D] [B] [D]
Trumby was a ringer, [A] a good one too at that
He could ride and rake, a twist, a [D] throw a rope and fancy a plait
[G] He could count a line, a saddle, [D] track a man lost in the night
[G] Trumby [D] was a good man [A] but he couldn't [Em] read [D] or write
[B] [D] Trumby was dependable [A] and he never took to beer
The boss admired him so much one [D] day made him overseer
[G] It never went to Trumby's [D] head he didn't boast or Skype
[G] Trumby [D] was a good [G] man [A] but he couldn't [D] read or write
[C#] [D] Trumby was a ringer, [A] as solid as a post
His heart was in the right place mate [D] and that's what matters most
[G] Oft times I think how sad it is in [D] this world with all its might
[G] That a man like Trumby [D] met his [G] death [A] cause he couldn't [D] read or write
[A] Couldn't read [D] or write, [A] he couldn't [D] read or write
[C#] [D]
[C]
[G]
[C]
I sailed the sea [F]
in [C] search of freedom
I tilled the soil for [G] seed to grow
I [C] built the fences to [F] hold the cattle
I [C] mined the earth [G] in [C] search of gold
We've done us proud to come this far
Down through [F] the years to [G] where [C] we are
Side by side, hand in hand
We've lived [G] and died for this great land
We've done [C] us proud [D]
to come this far
To come this far, down through [G] the years
Down through the long hard years
To where [D] we are, to where we are right now
Side by side, side by side
Hand in hand, hand in hand
We've lived [A] and died, oh we've lived and died
For this great land, I'd say this great great land
We've done [D] us proud
Key:
D
A
G
C
Em
D
A
G
[D] _ _ _ _ [Em] _ [D] _ [A] _ _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
I was talking to [A] a swaggy [D] yesterday His _ [G] beard was long, his hair was silver [D] grey
_ His [A] dress was out of style, but [D] he wore a friendly smile
[E] And here is what the old man [A] had to say _ [C#m] You [D] may think [G] me [A] most unusual, [D] my boy
When [G] I tell you straight that I am stony [D] broke I [G]
tram from year to year and [D] I'll drink all kinds of beer
But I must have [A] good tobacco [D] when I smoke _
_ _ _ Here's another piece written by the great Henry Lawson
About a character he called [Em] _
[D] Sweeney
_ It _ _ _ was somewhere in September [A] and the sun was going down
[A] When I came in search of coffee to a darling [D] river town
_ Come and have a drink, we'll call it, [A] it's a fitting name I think
And it was raining for a wonder, up that come [D] and have a drink _
_ _ [G] Underneath the pub verandah I was resting [D] on a bunk
When [E] a stranger rose before me and he said that he [A] was drunk
_ _ _ [D]
He apologised for speaking, [A] there was no offence he swore
But he somehow seemed to fancy that he'd seen my face [D] before
_ Now _ _ _ of afternoons in cities [A] or when the rain [E] is on [A] the land
Visions come to me of Sweeney with that bottle in [D] his hand
Not _ _ _ _ _ _ a bad piece, that _ _
_ _ The next one I'd like to do, I first performed this song on [Em] stage
[D] Way up north in Western Australia, a town called Derby
_ Mainly an Aboriginal audience
_ And sitting on the side of the stage was the late Buddy Williams
Anyway, after the show he said I think that song might catch on
Buddy was heading south and I was heading north
Anyway, the song that I did that night to all the people out there
Was one in dedication to the outback Aboriginal stockman
It [G] was [D] a story of Trumby
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [B] _ [D]
Trumby was a ringer, [A] a good one too at that
He could ride and rake, a twist, a [D] throw a rope and fancy a plait
[G] He could count a line, a saddle, [D] track a man lost in the night
[G] _ Trumby [D] was a good man [A] but he couldn't [Em] read [D] or write
_ _ [B] _ [D] Trumby was dependable [A] and he never took to beer
The boss admired him so much one [D] day made him overseer
[G] It never went to Trumby's [D] head he didn't boast or Skype
[G] _ Trumby [D] was a good [G] man [A] but he couldn't [D] read or write
_ _ [C#] _ [D] Trumby was a ringer, [A] as solid as a post
His heart was in the right place mate [D] and that's what matters most
[G] Oft times I think how sad it is in [D] this world with all its might
[G] That a man like Trumby [D] met his [G] death [A] cause he couldn't [D] read or write
[A] Couldn't read [D] or write, [A] he couldn't [D] read or write
_ _ [C#] _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ I sailed the sea _ [F]
in [C] search of freedom _
I tilled the soil _ for [G] seed to grow
_ I _ [C] built the fences _ to [F] hold the _ cattle
I [C] mined the earth _ _ [G] in [C] search of gold
_ _ We've done us proud _ to come this far _
Down through [F] the _ _ years to [G] where [C] we are _ _ _
Side by side, _ _ hand in hand
_ _ We've lived [G] and _ died for this great land
_ _ We've done [C] us proud [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ to _ _ _ come this far
To come this far, down through [G] the years
Down through the long hard years
To where [D] we are, to where we are right now
Side by side, side by side
Hand in hand, hand in hand
We've lived [A] and died, oh we've lived and died
For this great land, I'd say this great great land
We've done [D] us proud _
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
I was talking to [A] a swaggy [D] yesterday His _ [G] beard was long, his hair was silver [D] grey
_ His [A] dress was out of style, but [D] he wore a friendly smile
[E] And here is what the old man [A] had to say _ [C#m] You [D] may think [G] me [A] most unusual, [D] my boy
When [G] I tell you straight that I am stony [D] broke I [G]
tram from year to year and [D] I'll drink all kinds of beer
But I must have [A] good tobacco [D] when I smoke _
_ _ _ Here's another piece written by the great Henry Lawson
About a character he called [Em] _
[D] Sweeney
_ It _ _ _ was somewhere in September [A] and the sun was going down
[A] When I came in search of coffee to a darling [D] river town
_ Come and have a drink, we'll call it, [A] it's a fitting name I think
And it was raining for a wonder, up that come [D] and have a drink _
_ _ [G] Underneath the pub verandah I was resting [D] on a bunk
When [E] a stranger rose before me and he said that he [A] was drunk
_ _ _ [D]
He apologised for speaking, [A] there was no offence he swore
But he somehow seemed to fancy that he'd seen my face [D] before
_ Now _ _ _ of afternoons in cities [A] or when the rain [E] is on [A] the land
Visions come to me of Sweeney with that bottle in [D] his hand
Not _ _ _ _ _ _ a bad piece, that _ _
_ _ The next one I'd like to do, I first performed this song on [Em] stage
[D] Way up north in Western Australia, a town called Derby
_ Mainly an Aboriginal audience
_ And sitting on the side of the stage was the late Buddy Williams
Anyway, after the show he said I think that song might catch on
Buddy was heading south and I was heading north
Anyway, the song that I did that night to all the people out there
Was one in dedication to the outback Aboriginal stockman
It [G] was [D] a story of Trumby
[D] _ _ [G] _ _ _ [D] _ _
[A] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ [B] _ [D]
Trumby was a ringer, [A] a good one too at that
He could ride and rake, a twist, a [D] throw a rope and fancy a plait
[G] He could count a line, a saddle, [D] track a man lost in the night
[G] _ Trumby [D] was a good man [A] but he couldn't [Em] read [D] or write
_ _ [B] _ [D] Trumby was dependable [A] and he never took to beer
The boss admired him so much one [D] day made him overseer
[G] It never went to Trumby's [D] head he didn't boast or Skype
[G] _ Trumby [D] was a good [G] man [A] but he couldn't [D] read or write
_ _ [C#] _ [D] Trumby was a ringer, [A] as solid as a post
His heart was in the right place mate [D] and that's what matters most
[G] Oft times I think how sad it is in [D] this world with all its might
[G] That a man like Trumby [D] met his [G] death [A] cause he couldn't [D] read or write
[A] Couldn't read [D] or write, [A] he couldn't [D] read or write
_ _ [C#] _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _
_ I sailed the sea _ [F]
in [C] search of freedom _
I tilled the soil _ for [G] seed to grow
_ I _ [C] built the fences _ to [F] hold the _ cattle
I [C] mined the earth _ _ [G] in [C] search of gold
_ _ We've done us proud _ to come this far _
Down through [F] the _ _ years to [G] where [C] we are _ _ _
Side by side, _ _ hand in hand
_ _ We've lived [G] and _ died for this great land
_ _ We've done [C] us proud [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ to _ _ _ come this far
To come this far, down through [G] the years
Down through the long hard years
To where [D] we are, to where we are right now
Side by side, side by side
Hand in hand, hand in hand
We've lived [A] and died, oh we've lived and died
For this great land, I'd say this great great land
We've done [D] us proud _