Chords for Slim Dusty - Pub With No Beer (1957)
Tempo:
138.35 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
G
B
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D] [A] [D]
It's lonesome away from [G] your kindred and all, By [A] the campfire at night where the [B] wild [D] dingoes call.
But there's nothing so lonesome, [G] morbid or drear, Than [A] to stand in the bar of [B] a pub with [D] no beer.
Now the pub-leekin's anxious [G] for the quota to come, And there's [A] a faraway look on the face of the [D] bung.
The maid's gone all cranky and the [G] cook's acting queer, Oh, [A] what a terrible place is [B] a pub [F#m] with [D] no beer.
Then the stockman rides up with his [G] dry, dusty fruit, He [A] presses up to the bar and pulls a wad from [D] his coot.
But the smile on his face quickly [G] turns to a sneer, [A] As the barman says sadly, the pub's got [D] no beer.
Then the swaggy comes in, [G] smothered in dust and flies, He [A] throws down his roll and rubs the sweat from his [D] eyes.
But when he is told, he says, [G] what's this I hear?
[A] I've trudged fifty flaming miles to a pub with no [D] beer.
There's a dog on the brander, [G] for his master he waits, But [A] the boss is inside, drinking wine with his [D] mates.
He hurries for cover and [G] he cringes in fear, It's [A] no place for a dog round a [B] pub [F#] with [D] no beer.
Old Billy the blacksmith, the first [G] time in his life, Has [A] gone home cold sober to his [D] darling's wife.
He walks in the kitchen, she says, you're [G] early my dear, But then [A] he breaks down and he tells her, the pub's got [D] no beer.
So it's lonesome away from your [G] kindred and all, By [A] the campfire at night, where the [B] wild eagles [D]
call.
But there's nothing so lonesome, [G] morbid or drear, [A] Than to stand in the bar of a pub with [D] no beer.
[G] [D]
[N]
It's lonesome away from [G] your kindred and all, By [A] the campfire at night where the [B] wild [D] dingoes call.
But there's nothing so lonesome, [G] morbid or drear, Than [A] to stand in the bar of [B] a pub with [D] no beer.
Now the pub-leekin's anxious [G] for the quota to come, And there's [A] a faraway look on the face of the [D] bung.
The maid's gone all cranky and the [G] cook's acting queer, Oh, [A] what a terrible place is [B] a pub [F#m] with [D] no beer.
Then the stockman rides up with his [G] dry, dusty fruit, He [A] presses up to the bar and pulls a wad from [D] his coot.
But the smile on his face quickly [G] turns to a sneer, [A] As the barman says sadly, the pub's got [D] no beer.
Then the swaggy comes in, [G] smothered in dust and flies, He [A] throws down his roll and rubs the sweat from his [D] eyes.
But when he is told, he says, [G] what's this I hear?
[A] I've trudged fifty flaming miles to a pub with no [D] beer.
There's a dog on the brander, [G] for his master he waits, But [A] the boss is inside, drinking wine with his [D] mates.
He hurries for cover and [G] he cringes in fear, It's [A] no place for a dog round a [B] pub [F#] with [D] no beer.
Old Billy the blacksmith, the first [G] time in his life, Has [A] gone home cold sober to his [D] darling's wife.
He walks in the kitchen, she says, you're [G] early my dear, But then [A] he breaks down and he tells her, the pub's got [D] no beer.
So it's lonesome away from your [G] kindred and all, By [A] the campfire at night, where the [B] wild eagles [D]
call.
But there's nothing so lonesome, [G] morbid or drear, [A] Than to stand in the bar of a pub with [D] no beer.
[G] [D]
[N]
Key:
D
A
G
B
F#m
D
A
G
[D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ It's lonesome away from [G] your kindred and all, By [A] the campfire at night where the [B] wild [D] dingoes call.
_ _ _ But there's nothing so _ lonesome, [G] _ morbid or drear, Than [A] to stand in the bar of [B] a pub with [D] no beer. _ _ _
_ _ Now the pub-leekin's anxious [G] for the quota to come, And there's [A] a faraway look on the face of the [D] bung.
_ The maid's gone all cranky and the [G] cook's acting queer, Oh, [A] what a terrible place is [B] a pub [F#m] with [D] no beer. _ _ _
_ _ Then the stockman rides up with his [G] dry, dusty fruit, He [A] presses up to the bar and pulls a wad from [D] his coot.
But the smile on his face quickly _ [G] turns to a sneer, [A] As the barman says sadly, the pub's got [D] no beer. _ _ _ _
_ _ Then the swaggy comes in, [G] smothered in dust and flies, He [A] throws down his roll and rubs the sweat from his [D] _ eyes.
But when he is told, he says, [G] what's this I hear? _
[A] I've trudged fifty flaming miles to a pub with no [D] beer. _ _ _
_ _ _ There's a dog on the brander, [G] for his master he waits, But [A] the boss is _ inside, drinking wine with his [D] mates.
He hurries for cover and [G] he cringes in fear, It's [A] no place for a dog round a [B] pub [F#] with [D] no beer. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Old Billy the blacksmith, the first [G] time in his life, Has [A] gone home cold sober to his [D] darling's wife.
_ He walks in the kitchen, she says, you're [G] early my dear, But then [A] he breaks down and he tells her, the pub's got [D] no beer. _ _ _
So it's _ lonesome away from your [G] kindred and all, By [A] the campfire at night, where the [B] wild eagles [D] _
call.
_ _ But there's nothing so lonesome, _ [G] morbid or drear, [A] Than to stand in the bar of a pub with [D] no beer.
[G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ It's lonesome away from [G] your kindred and all, By [A] the campfire at night where the [B] wild [D] dingoes call.
_ _ _ But there's nothing so _ lonesome, [G] _ morbid or drear, Than [A] to stand in the bar of [B] a pub with [D] no beer. _ _ _
_ _ Now the pub-leekin's anxious [G] for the quota to come, And there's [A] a faraway look on the face of the [D] bung.
_ The maid's gone all cranky and the [G] cook's acting queer, Oh, [A] what a terrible place is [B] a pub [F#m] with [D] no beer. _ _ _
_ _ Then the stockman rides up with his [G] dry, dusty fruit, He [A] presses up to the bar and pulls a wad from [D] his coot.
But the smile on his face quickly _ [G] turns to a sneer, [A] As the barman says sadly, the pub's got [D] no beer. _ _ _ _
_ _ Then the swaggy comes in, [G] smothered in dust and flies, He [A] throws down his roll and rubs the sweat from his [D] _ eyes.
But when he is told, he says, [G] what's this I hear? _
[A] I've trudged fifty flaming miles to a pub with no [D] beer. _ _ _
_ _ _ There's a dog on the brander, [G] for his master he waits, But [A] the boss is _ inside, drinking wine with his [D] mates.
He hurries for cover and [G] he cringes in fear, It's [A] no place for a dog round a [B] pub [F#] with [D] no beer. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Old Billy the blacksmith, the first [G] time in his life, Has [A] gone home cold sober to his [D] darling's wife.
_ He walks in the kitchen, she says, you're [G] early my dear, But then [A] he breaks down and he tells her, the pub's got [D] no beer. _ _ _
So it's _ lonesome away from your [G] kindred and all, By [A] the campfire at night, where the [B] wild eagles [D] _
call.
_ _ But there's nothing so lonesome, _ [G] morbid or drear, [A] Than to stand in the bar of a pub with [D] no beer.
[G] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [N] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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