Chords for Slim Dusty - Send 'Er Down, Hughie!
Tempo:
101.025 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
D
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G]
[F] [Bb]
[C] [Gm]
[C] Oh, the radio tells me it's raining, but that I can see [G] for myself.
And they tell me a cyclone is coming, oh, I surely could do [C] with some help.
This little [F] old shovel [C] I'm holding looks puny beside [F] this big mac.
She's down to the diff [C] and still going, [G] and there's only more mud [C] up the track.
Oh, I've revved and I've rocked and reversed it, oh, I've dug at the mud [G] on the wheels.
I've kicked and I've swore and I've cursed it, and to the good Lord [C] I've appealed.
But the line up [F] to [C] heaven ain't open, I've a feeling I'm not [F] getting through.
Oh, I'll just have to [C] lighten the load, [G] one carton of [C] stubbies should do.
[F]
[C] [Gm] [Eb]
[C] Oh, I wonder if ever they'd miss it, one [Em] carton from [G] all of those tons.
But I'll bet you they'd be asking, where is it?
And licking their dry, [C] dusty tongues.
Oh, I can [F] picture those [C] miners all dying of thirst in [Gm] that drought [F]-stricken town.
While here in the mud [C] I've been trying, [G] striving to put [C] the booze down.
And in each of these stubbies I empty, I insert a small [G] note of distress.
And cast it adrift in the gully, an S.O..S. out [C] of the west. [F] How many [C] days have I languished here in [Gm] this swamp [F] called a road? While in my despair [C] and my anguish [G] I've been working at [C] lightening the load. [F] [C]
[F] [Bb]
[C] [Gm]
[C] [D]
Perhaps some old fisherman casting his line on the [A] barrier reef. Oh, we'll see all these stubbies go past him and come sailing up to [D] my relief. Then won't we [D] all have such a booze-up, the best ever [G] seen on this road. But I doubt if they [D] ever will choose us [A] to carry their next [D] flaming [A] load. [D] So good health to the sand flies and skeeters. Good luck to [G] that [A] solemn old frog. Oh, I'm damned if this rain's gonna beat us. Thank hell for this [D] truckload of grub. Oh, [G] send her down, you [D] evil beauty. You got the right knacker [G] doing it now. Oh, my sorrows are drowned [D] well and truly. [A] And there's plenty more [D] booze to put down. Ah, how it blows to mourn a [G] man [A] stuck in a truck full of [D] dynamite. Wow, look! [G] [A]
[F] [Bb]
[C] [Gm]
[C] Oh, the radio tells me it's raining, but that I can see [G] for myself.
And they tell me a cyclone is coming, oh, I surely could do [C] with some help.
This little [F] old shovel [C] I'm holding looks puny beside [F] this big mac.
She's down to the diff [C] and still going, [G] and there's only more mud [C] up the track.
Oh, I've revved and I've rocked and reversed it, oh, I've dug at the mud [G] on the wheels.
I've kicked and I've swore and I've cursed it, and to the good Lord [C] I've appealed.
But the line up [F] to [C] heaven ain't open, I've a feeling I'm not [F] getting through.
Oh, I'll just have to [C] lighten the load, [G] one carton of [C] stubbies should do.
[F]
[C] [Gm] [Eb]
[C] Oh, I wonder if ever they'd miss it, one [Em] carton from [G] all of those tons.
But I'll bet you they'd be asking, where is it?
And licking their dry, [C] dusty tongues.
Oh, I can [F] picture those [C] miners all dying of thirst in [Gm] that drought [F]-stricken town.
While here in the mud [C] I've been trying, [G] striving to put [C] the booze down.
And in each of these stubbies I empty, I insert a small [G] note of distress.
And cast it adrift in the gully, an S.O..S. out [C] of the west. [F] How many [C] days have I languished here in [Gm] this swamp [F] called a road? While in my despair [C] and my anguish [G] I've been working at [C] lightening the load. [F] [C]
[F] [Bb]
[C] [Gm]
[C] [D]
Perhaps some old fisherman casting his line on the [A] barrier reef. Oh, we'll see all these stubbies go past him and come sailing up to [D] my relief. Then won't we [D] all have such a booze-up, the best ever [G] seen on this road. But I doubt if they [D] ever will choose us [A] to carry their next [D] flaming [A] load. [D] So good health to the sand flies and skeeters. Good luck to [G] that [A] solemn old frog. Oh, I'm damned if this rain's gonna beat us. Thank hell for this [D] truckload of grub. Oh, [G] send her down, you [D] evil beauty. You got the right knacker [G] doing it now. Oh, my sorrows are drowned [D] well and truly. [A] And there's plenty more [D] booze to put down. Ah, how it blows to mourn a [G] man [A] stuck in a truck full of [D] dynamite. Wow, look! [G] [A]
Key:
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[G] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [Bb] _
[C] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ Oh, the radio tells me it's raining, but that I can see [G] for myself.
And they tell me a cyclone is coming, oh, I surely could do [C] with some help.
This little [F] old shovel [C] I'm holding looks puny beside [F] this big mac.
She's down to the diff [C] and still going, [G] and there's only more mud [C] up the track.
Oh, I've revved and I've rocked and reversed it, oh, I've dug at the mud [G] on the wheels.
I've kicked and I've swore and I've cursed it, and to the good Lord [C] I've appealed.
But the line up [F] to [C] heaven ain't open, I've a feeling I'm not [F] getting through.
Oh, I'll just have to [C] lighten the load, [G] one carton of [C] stubbies should do.
_ [F] _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ [Eb] _
[C] _ _ Oh, I wonder if ever they'd miss it, one [Em] carton from [G] all of those tons.
But I'll bet you they'd be asking, where is it?
And licking their dry, [C] dusty tongues.
Oh, I can [F] picture those [C] miners all dying of thirst in [Gm] that drought [F]-stricken town.
While here in the mud [C] I've been trying, _ [G] striving to put [C] the booze down.
And in each of these stubbies I empty, I insert a small [G] note of distress.
And cast it adrift in the gully, an S.O..S. out [C] of the west. _ [F] How many [C] days have I languished _ here in [Gm] this swamp [F] called a road? While in my despair [C] and my anguish [G] I've been working at [C] lightening the load. _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
[C] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
Perhaps some old fisherman casting his line on the [A] barrier reef. Oh, we'll see all these stubbies go past him and come sailing up to [D] my relief. Then won't we [D] all have such a booze-up, the best ever [G] seen on this road. But I doubt if they [D] ever will choose us [A] to carry their next [D] flaming [A] load. [D] So good health to the sand flies and skeeters. Good luck to [G] that [A] solemn old frog. Oh, I'm damned if this rain's gonna beat us. Thank hell for this [D] truckload of grub. Oh, [G] send her down, you [D] evil beauty. You got the right knacker [G] doing it now. Oh, my sorrows are drowned [D] well and truly. [A] And there's plenty more [D] booze to put down. _ Ah, how it blows to mourn a [G] man _ _ [A] stuck in a truck full of [D] dynamite. Wow, look! _ [G] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ [F] _ _ _ [Bb] _
[C] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ Oh, the radio tells me it's raining, but that I can see [G] for myself.
And they tell me a cyclone is coming, oh, I surely could do [C] with some help.
This little [F] old shovel [C] I'm holding looks puny beside [F] this big mac.
She's down to the diff [C] and still going, [G] and there's only more mud [C] up the track.
Oh, I've revved and I've rocked and reversed it, oh, I've dug at the mud [G] on the wheels.
I've kicked and I've swore and I've cursed it, and to the good Lord [C] I've appealed.
But the line up [F] to [C] heaven ain't open, I've a feeling I'm not [F] getting through.
Oh, I'll just have to [C] lighten the load, [G] one carton of [C] stubbies should do.
_ [F] _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ [Eb] _
[C] _ _ Oh, I wonder if ever they'd miss it, one [Em] carton from [G] all of those tons.
But I'll bet you they'd be asking, where is it?
And licking their dry, [C] dusty tongues.
Oh, I can [F] picture those [C] miners all dying of thirst in [Gm] that drought [F]-stricken town.
While here in the mud [C] I've been trying, _ [G] striving to put [C] the booze down.
And in each of these stubbies I empty, I insert a small [G] note of distress.
And cast it adrift in the gully, an S.O..S. out [C] of the west. _ [F] How many [C] days have I languished _ here in [Gm] this swamp [F] called a road? While in my despair [C] and my anguish [G] I've been working at [C] lightening the load. _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _
[C] _ _ _ [Gm] _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
Perhaps some old fisherman casting his line on the [A] barrier reef. Oh, we'll see all these stubbies go past him and come sailing up to [D] my relief. Then won't we [D] all have such a booze-up, the best ever [G] seen on this road. But I doubt if they [D] ever will choose us [A] to carry their next [D] flaming [A] load. [D] So good health to the sand flies and skeeters. Good luck to [G] that [A] solemn old frog. Oh, I'm damned if this rain's gonna beat us. Thank hell for this [D] truckload of grub. Oh, [G] send her down, you [D] evil beauty. You got the right knacker [G] doing it now. Oh, my sorrows are drowned [D] well and truly. [A] And there's plenty more [D] booze to put down. _ Ah, how it blows to mourn a [G] man _ _ [A] stuck in a truck full of [D] dynamite. Wow, look! _ [G] _ _ _ [A] _ _ _