Chords for Slim Dusty - Pub With No Beer
Tempo:
82.875 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
Bm
Eb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C] Well I suffer from nightmares, [F] wake up with fear, wish [G] to God I had never heard of a pub
with [C] no beer.
Thank you all.
It's a lonesome [G] away [F] from your kindred and all, [G] by the campfire at night, where the wild eagles [C] call.
But there's nothing so [F] lonesome, morbid or drear, [G] than to stand in the bar of a pub with no [C] beer.
Now the public is anxious [F] for the quota to come.
[G] There's a powerful way to look on the face of [C] the pub.
The mate's gone all cranky [F] and the cook's acting quip.
[G] What a terrible place.
It's a pub with [C] no beer.
Then the stockman rides up [F] with his dry, dusky throat.
[G] He breaths up to the bar and pulls a wad from [C] his coat.
But the smile on his face [F] quickly turns to a sneer.
[G] As the barman says [Bm] sadly, the pub's got [C] no beer.
Then the swag he strolls in, [F] smothered in dust and flies, [G] burrows down his roll, rubs
sweat from [C] his eyes.
But when he is told, [F] he says, what's this I hear?
[G] Trudge, trip, gee, flame and mile.
To a pub [C] with no beer.
Now there's a dog on the [G] brinder, [F] oh his master he waits.
[G] But the boss is inside, drinking wine with [C] his mates.
He hurries for cover [F] and he cringes in fear.
[G] It's no place for a dog round the pub with [C] no beer.
Old Billy the blacksmith, [F] first time in his life, [G] has gone home cold sober to his darling [C] wife.
He walks in the kitchen, [F] she says, you're really build [G] here.
Then he breaks down and he tells her, [Eb] the pub's [C] got no beer.
It's a lonesome away [F] from your kindred and all, [G] by the campfire at night, where the wild eagles [C] are.
But there's nothing so [F] lonesome, morbid or drear, [G] than to stand in the bar of that pub
with no [C] beer.
[F] [C] [G] [C] [Gm] [C]
with [C] no beer.
Thank you all.
It's a lonesome [G] away [F] from your kindred and all, [G] by the campfire at night, where the wild eagles [C] call.
But there's nothing so [F] lonesome, morbid or drear, [G] than to stand in the bar of a pub with no [C] beer.
Now the public is anxious [F] for the quota to come.
[G] There's a powerful way to look on the face of [C] the pub.
The mate's gone all cranky [F] and the cook's acting quip.
[G] What a terrible place.
It's a pub with [C] no beer.
Then the stockman rides up [F] with his dry, dusky throat.
[G] He breaths up to the bar and pulls a wad from [C] his coat.
But the smile on his face [F] quickly turns to a sneer.
[G] As the barman says [Bm] sadly, the pub's got [C] no beer.
Then the swag he strolls in, [F] smothered in dust and flies, [G] burrows down his roll, rubs
sweat from [C] his eyes.
But when he is told, [F] he says, what's this I hear?
[G] Trudge, trip, gee, flame and mile.
To a pub [C] with no beer.
Now there's a dog on the [G] brinder, [F] oh his master he waits.
[G] But the boss is inside, drinking wine with [C] his mates.
He hurries for cover [F] and he cringes in fear.
[G] It's no place for a dog round the pub with [C] no beer.
Old Billy the blacksmith, [F] first time in his life, [G] has gone home cold sober to his darling [C] wife.
He walks in the kitchen, [F] she says, you're really build [G] here.
Then he breaks down and he tells her, [Eb] the pub's [C] got no beer.
It's a lonesome away [F] from your kindred and all, [G] by the campfire at night, where the wild eagles [C] are.
But there's nothing so [F] lonesome, morbid or drear, [G] than to stand in the bar of that pub
with no [C] beer.
[F] [C] [G] [C] [Gm] [C]
Key:
C
G
F
Bm
Eb
C
G
F
[C] _ _ _ _ _ Well I suffer from nightmares, [F] wake up with fear, wish [G] to God I had never heard of a pub
with [C] no beer.
Thank you all. _ _ _ _
It's a lonesome [G] away [F] from your kindred and all, [G] by the campfire at night, where the wild eagles [C] call.
But there's nothing so [F] lonesome, morbid or drear, [G] than to stand in the bar of a pub with no [C] beer.
_ _ _ _ Now the public is anxious [F] for the quota to come.
[G] There's a powerful way to look on the face of [C] the pub.
_ The mate's gone all cranky [F] and the cook's acting quip.
[G] What a terrible place.
It's a pub with [C] no beer.
_ _ _ Then the stockman rides up [F] with his dry, dusky throat.
[G] He breaths up to the bar and pulls a wad from [C] his coat.
_ But the smile on his face [F] quickly turns to a sneer.
[G] As the barman says [Bm] sadly, the pub's got [C] no beer.
_ _ _ Then the swag he strolls in, [F] smothered in dust and flies, [G] burrows down his roll, rubs
sweat from [C] his eyes.
_ But when he is told, [F] he says, what's this I hear?
[G] Trudge, trip, gee, flame and mile.
To a pub [C] with no beer.
_ _ _ Now there's a dog on the [G] brinder, [F] oh his master he waits.
[G] But the boss is inside, drinking wine with [C] his mates.
_ He hurries for cover [F] and he cringes in fear.
[G] It's no place for a dog round the pub with [C] no beer.
_ _ _ _ Old Billy the blacksmith, [F] first time in his life, [G] has gone home cold sober to his darling [C] wife.
_ He walks in the kitchen, [F] she says, you're really build [G] here.
Then he breaks down and he tells her, [Eb] the pub's [C] got no beer.
_ _ _ _ It's a lonesome away [F] from your kindred and all, [G] by the campfire at night, where the wild eagles [C] are.
But there's nothing so [F] lonesome, morbid or drear, [G] than to stand in the bar of that pub
with no [C] beer.
_ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ [C] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [C] _
with [C] no beer.
Thank you all. _ _ _ _
It's a lonesome [G] away [F] from your kindred and all, [G] by the campfire at night, where the wild eagles [C] call.
But there's nothing so [F] lonesome, morbid or drear, [G] than to stand in the bar of a pub with no [C] beer.
_ _ _ _ Now the public is anxious [F] for the quota to come.
[G] There's a powerful way to look on the face of [C] the pub.
_ The mate's gone all cranky [F] and the cook's acting quip.
[G] What a terrible place.
It's a pub with [C] no beer.
_ _ _ Then the stockman rides up [F] with his dry, dusky throat.
[G] He breaths up to the bar and pulls a wad from [C] his coat.
_ But the smile on his face [F] quickly turns to a sneer.
[G] As the barman says [Bm] sadly, the pub's got [C] no beer.
_ _ _ Then the swag he strolls in, [F] smothered in dust and flies, [G] burrows down his roll, rubs
sweat from [C] his eyes.
_ But when he is told, [F] he says, what's this I hear?
[G] Trudge, trip, gee, flame and mile.
To a pub [C] with no beer.
_ _ _ Now there's a dog on the [G] brinder, [F] oh his master he waits.
[G] But the boss is inside, drinking wine with [C] his mates.
_ He hurries for cover [F] and he cringes in fear.
[G] It's no place for a dog round the pub with [C] no beer.
_ _ _ _ Old Billy the blacksmith, [F] first time in his life, [G] has gone home cold sober to his darling [C] wife.
_ He walks in the kitchen, [F] she says, you're really build [G] here.
Then he breaks down and he tells her, [Eb] the pub's [C] got no beer.
_ _ _ _ It's a lonesome away [F] from your kindred and all, [G] by the campfire at night, where the wild eagles [C] are.
But there's nothing so [F] lonesome, morbid or drear, [G] than to stand in the bar of that pub
with no [C] beer.
_ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ _ [G] _ [C] _ _ [Gm] _ _ [C] _