Stock Horses Chords by Slim Dusty
Tempo:
104 bpm
Chords used:
E
B
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A] [E]
[B] [E]
Now that you mention stock horses, and some of the [B] good ones we've known,
My memory goes back to old Swagman, [A] the pick of all Queensland [E] that roamed.
Yes, you're right, that is quite a tall order, but I rode the Swagman, [A] not you.
Mark my words, that old horse was [E] a champion, [B] among all the good ones [E] we knew.
It's a long while ago, I'm not sure now, of the name of that big dappled [B] grey,
That good Arab stallion [B]
Carnarvon then owned, [A] remember we [E] called him Mishmay.
What became [B] of that mare we [E] named Music?
Oh, remember the bally [A]-faced bay?
She was foaled in the same year [E] as Sister, what [B] a price they would both fetch [E]
today.
And [A] [E]
[B] [E]
another I think we named Pistol, would you ever forget old [B] Carew?
That's the chestnut which threw every wringer, [A] I believe this included [E] me too.
Did you ever drop bullets on gunmen, or take a night watch on [A] old Scamp?
Now there was a gem in [E] the timber, when bad cattle rushed from the camp.
Wait, I almost missed naming another, was it Banjo?
Yeah, that was [B] his name.
And you christened him that when I broke him, [A] our brother to music [E] and game.
Through the scrub he was worth the king's ransom, not many like Banjo [A] were bred.
He was not much to look at, [E] not handsome, with [B] his small and pony [E]-like head.
[A] [E]
[B] [E]
You're a bloke who has been amongst horses, did you ever ride better [B] than they?
That we bred with the dash of the Arab, [A] oh they don't come as good [E] mate today.
Bring your swag over here by the horse-yard, let's turn in for the hour [A] is late.
Kick the end of that log [E] on the fire, [B] and call me for breakfast [E] old mate.
[A] Kick the end of that log on [E] the fire, [B] and call me for breakfast [E] old mate.
Hi-dee-dee-oh-dee -dee, oh-dee-dee-dee, oh-dee [E]-dee-dee.
[B] [E]
Now that you mention stock horses, and some of the [B] good ones we've known,
My memory goes back to old Swagman, [A] the pick of all Queensland [E] that roamed.
Yes, you're right, that is quite a tall order, but I rode the Swagman, [A] not you.
Mark my words, that old horse was [E] a champion, [B] among all the good ones [E] we knew.
It's a long while ago, I'm not sure now, of the name of that big dappled [B] grey,
That good Arab stallion [B]
Carnarvon then owned, [A] remember we [E] called him Mishmay.
What became [B] of that mare we [E] named Music?
Oh, remember the bally [A]-faced bay?
She was foaled in the same year [E] as Sister, what [B] a price they would both fetch [E]
today.
And [A] [E]
[B] [E]
another I think we named Pistol, would you ever forget old [B] Carew?
That's the chestnut which threw every wringer, [A] I believe this included [E] me too.
Did you ever drop bullets on gunmen, or take a night watch on [A] old Scamp?
Now there was a gem in [E] the timber, when bad cattle rushed from the camp.
Wait, I almost missed naming another, was it Banjo?
Yeah, that was [B] his name.
And you christened him that when I broke him, [A] our brother to music [E] and game.
Through the scrub he was worth the king's ransom, not many like Banjo [A] were bred.
He was not much to look at, [E] not handsome, with [B] his small and pony [E]-like head.
[A] [E]
[B] [E]
You're a bloke who has been amongst horses, did you ever ride better [B] than they?
That we bred with the dash of the Arab, [A] oh they don't come as good [E] mate today.
Bring your swag over here by the horse-yard, let's turn in for the hour [A] is late.
Kick the end of that log [E] on the fire, [B] and call me for breakfast [E] old mate.
[A] Kick the end of that log on [E] the fire, [B] and call me for breakfast [E] old mate.
Hi-dee-dee-oh-dee -dee, oh-dee-dee-dee, oh-dee [E]-dee-dee.
Key:
E
B
A
E
B
A
E
B
_ _ [A] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _
_ Now that you mention stock horses, and some of the [B] good ones we've known,
My memory goes back to old Swagman, [A] the pick of all Queensland [E] that roamed.
Yes, you're right, that is quite a tall order, but I rode the Swagman, [A] not you.
Mark my words, that old horse was [E] a champion, [B] among all the good ones [E] we knew.
It's a long while ago, I'm not sure now, of the name of that big dappled [B] grey,
_ That good Arab stallion [B]
Carnarvon then owned, [A] remember we [E] called him Mishmay.
What became [B] of that mare we [E] named Music?
Oh, remember the bally [A]-faced bay?
She was foaled in the same year [E] as Sister, what [B] a price they would both fetch [E]
today.
And [A] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _
_ another I think we named Pistol, would you ever forget old [B] Carew?
_ That's the chestnut which threw every wringer, [A] I believe this included [E] me too.
Did you ever drop bullets on gunmen, or take a night watch on [A] old Scamp?
Now there was a gem in [E] the timber, when bad cattle rushed from the camp.
Wait, I almost missed naming another, was it Banjo?
Yeah, that was [B] his name.
And you christened him that when I broke him, [A] our brother to music [E] and game.
Through the scrub he was worth the king's ransom, not many like Banjo [A] were bred.
He was not much to look at, [E] not handsome, with [B] his small and pony [E]-like head.
_ [A] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _
_ You're a bloke who has been amongst horses, did you ever ride better [B] than they?
That we bred with the dash of the Arab, [A] oh they don't come as good [E] mate today.
Bring your swag over here by the horse-yard, let's turn in for the hour [A] is late.
Kick the end of that log [E] on the fire, [B] and call me for breakfast [E] old mate.
_ [A] Kick the end of that log on [E] the fire, [B] and call me for breakfast [E] old mate.
_ _ Hi-dee-dee-oh-dee _ -dee, oh-dee-dee-dee, oh-dee [E]-dee-dee. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _
_ Now that you mention stock horses, and some of the [B] good ones we've known,
My memory goes back to old Swagman, [A] the pick of all Queensland [E] that roamed.
Yes, you're right, that is quite a tall order, but I rode the Swagman, [A] not you.
Mark my words, that old horse was [E] a champion, [B] among all the good ones [E] we knew.
It's a long while ago, I'm not sure now, of the name of that big dappled [B] grey,
_ That good Arab stallion [B]
Carnarvon then owned, [A] remember we [E] called him Mishmay.
What became [B] of that mare we [E] named Music?
Oh, remember the bally [A]-faced bay?
She was foaled in the same year [E] as Sister, what [B] a price they would both fetch [E]
today.
And [A] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _
_ another I think we named Pistol, would you ever forget old [B] Carew?
_ That's the chestnut which threw every wringer, [A] I believe this included [E] me too.
Did you ever drop bullets on gunmen, or take a night watch on [A] old Scamp?
Now there was a gem in [E] the timber, when bad cattle rushed from the camp.
Wait, I almost missed naming another, was it Banjo?
Yeah, that was [B] his name.
And you christened him that when I broke him, [A] our brother to music [E] and game.
Through the scrub he was worth the king's ransom, not many like Banjo [A] were bred.
He was not much to look at, [E] not handsome, with [B] his small and pony [E]-like head.
_ [A] _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ [B] _ _ _ [E] _
_ You're a bloke who has been amongst horses, did you ever ride better [B] than they?
That we bred with the dash of the Arab, [A] oh they don't come as good [E] mate today.
Bring your swag over here by the horse-yard, let's turn in for the hour [A] is late.
Kick the end of that log [E] on the fire, [B] and call me for breakfast [E] old mate.
_ [A] Kick the end of that log on [E] the fire, [B] and call me for breakfast [E] old mate.
_ _ Hi-dee-dee-oh-dee _ -dee, oh-dee-dee-dee, oh-dee [E]-dee-dee. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _