Chords for Slim Dusty - That Was Years Ago
Tempo:
91.75 bpm
Chords used:
C#
G#
F#
D#
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[F#] [C#]
Today I got to thinking [G#] how far years go by, but to me it doesn't matter much [C#] I know,
Until perhaps I mention [F#] a happening [D#] from the past, [G#] and the answer is but that was [C#] years ago.
I'm always at the sale yards when the [G#] cattle sales are on, sitting with the buyers on the [C#] rails.
Oh I like to watch the cattle as [F#] they mill around [D#] the yard, [G#] and live my dream until my memory [C#] fails.
I [F] used to dream on night watch [A#] round the cattle camps [D#] of the day I'd have a small place of [G#] my own,
[F#] And breed a line [C#] of Angus, [F] or perhaps an [A#] Angus cross, [F#] or short horns [G#] with a little touch [C#] of Rome.
[F#]
[D#] [C#]
And then when I was married [G#] and maybe had a son, oh I'd teach him all the things that he [C#] should know.
The type of lines to carry, and the way the lines [D#] should cross, [G#] all forgotten now and that was years [C#] ago.
But I never had a wife and son, [G#] it didn't work out right, and my dreams have gone the way that most [C#] dreams go.
So I let the past lie sleeping, [F#] no use to [D#] wake it now, [G#] all buried with my dreams of [C#] long ago.
[F] Tomorrow is a sale day, [A#] so I'll be down there again, [D#] bright and early when the auctioneer [G#] lets go.
[F#] And the pen of fats [C#] he's selling [F] could even have [A#] been mine, [F#] oh but what's the use [G#] my dream was years [C#] ago.
Today I got to thinking [G#] how far the years go by, but to me it doesn't matter [C#] much I know,
Until perhaps I mention [F#] a happening [D#] from the past, [G#] and the answer is but that was years [C#] ago.
Today I got to thinking [G#] how far years go by, but to me it doesn't matter much [C#] I know,
Until perhaps I mention [F#] a happening [D#] from the past, [G#] and the answer is but that was [C#] years ago.
I'm always at the sale yards when the [G#] cattle sales are on, sitting with the buyers on the [C#] rails.
Oh I like to watch the cattle as [F#] they mill around [D#] the yard, [G#] and live my dream until my memory [C#] fails.
I [F] used to dream on night watch [A#] round the cattle camps [D#] of the day I'd have a small place of [G#] my own,
[F#] And breed a line [C#] of Angus, [F] or perhaps an [A#] Angus cross, [F#] or short horns [G#] with a little touch [C#] of Rome.
[F#]
[D#] [C#]
And then when I was married [G#] and maybe had a son, oh I'd teach him all the things that he [C#] should know.
The type of lines to carry, and the way the lines [D#] should cross, [G#] all forgotten now and that was years [C#] ago.
But I never had a wife and son, [G#] it didn't work out right, and my dreams have gone the way that most [C#] dreams go.
So I let the past lie sleeping, [F#] no use to [D#] wake it now, [G#] all buried with my dreams of [C#] long ago.
[F] Tomorrow is a sale day, [A#] so I'll be down there again, [D#] bright and early when the auctioneer [G#] lets go.
[F#] And the pen of fats [C#] he's selling [F] could even have [A#] been mine, [F#] oh but what's the use [G#] my dream was years [C#] ago.
Today I got to thinking [G#] how far the years go by, but to me it doesn't matter [C#] much I know,
Until perhaps I mention [F#] a happening [D#] from the past, [G#] and the answer is but that was years [C#] ago.
Key:
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F#
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_ _ [F#] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Today I got to thinking [G#] how far years go by, but to me it doesn't matter much [C#] I know,
_ _ Until perhaps I mention [F#] a happening [D#] from the past, [G#] and the answer is but that was [C#] years ago.
_ _ I'm always at the sale yards when the [G#] cattle sales are on, sitting with the buyers on the [C#] rails.
_ Oh I like to watch the cattle as [F#] they mill around [D#] the yard, [G#] and live my dream until my memory [C#] fails.
I [F] used to dream on night watch [A#] round the cattle camps [D#] of the day I'd have a small place of [G#] my own,
_ [F#] And breed a line [C#] of Angus, [F] or perhaps an [A#] Angus cross, [F#] or short horns [G#] with a little touch [C#] of Rome.
_ _ [F#] _ _
[D#] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
And then when I was married [G#] and maybe had a son, oh I'd teach him all the things that he [C#] should know. _
The type of lines to carry, and the way the lines [D#] should cross, [G#] all forgotten now and that was years [C#] ago.
_ But I never had a wife and son, [G#] it didn't work out right, and my dreams have gone the way that most [C#] dreams go.
So I let the past lie sleeping, [F#] no use to [D#] wake it now, [G#] all buried with my dreams of [C#] long ago. _ _
[F] Tomorrow is a sale day, [A#] so I'll be down there again, [D#] bright and early when the auctioneer [G#] lets go. _
[F#] And the pen of fats [C#] he's selling [F] could even have [A#] been mine, [F#] oh but what's the use [G#] my dream was years [C#] ago. _ _ _
_ Today I got to thinking [G#] how far the years go by, but to me it doesn't matter [C#] much I know,
_ _ Until perhaps I mention [F#] a happening [D#] from the past, [G#] and the answer is but that was years [C#] ago. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Today I got to thinking [G#] how far years go by, but to me it doesn't matter much [C#] I know,
_ _ Until perhaps I mention [F#] a happening [D#] from the past, [G#] and the answer is but that was [C#] years ago.
_ _ I'm always at the sale yards when the [G#] cattle sales are on, sitting with the buyers on the [C#] rails.
_ Oh I like to watch the cattle as [F#] they mill around [D#] the yard, [G#] and live my dream until my memory [C#] fails.
I [F] used to dream on night watch [A#] round the cattle camps [D#] of the day I'd have a small place of [G#] my own,
_ [F#] And breed a line [C#] of Angus, [F] or perhaps an [A#] Angus cross, [F#] or short horns [G#] with a little touch [C#] of Rome.
_ _ [F#] _ _
[D#] _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _
And then when I was married [G#] and maybe had a son, oh I'd teach him all the things that he [C#] should know. _
The type of lines to carry, and the way the lines [D#] should cross, [G#] all forgotten now and that was years [C#] ago.
_ But I never had a wife and son, [G#] it didn't work out right, and my dreams have gone the way that most [C#] dreams go.
So I let the past lie sleeping, [F#] no use to [D#] wake it now, [G#] all buried with my dreams of [C#] long ago. _ _
[F] Tomorrow is a sale day, [A#] so I'll be down there again, [D#] bright and early when the auctioneer [G#] lets go. _
[F#] And the pen of fats [C#] he's selling [F] could even have [A#] been mine, [F#] oh but what's the use [G#] my dream was years [C#] ago. _ _ _
_ Today I got to thinking [G#] how far the years go by, but to me it doesn't matter [C#] much I know,
_ _ Until perhaps I mention [F#] a happening [D#] from the past, [G#] and the answer is but that was years [C#] ago. _ _ _ _ _ _ _