The Man Who Steadies The Lead Chords by Slim Dusty
Tempo:
129.85 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
D
B
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[E]
[A] [D]
He was born in the light of red earth, [E] And nursed by the drought and the flood,
[A] And swaddled and swept like saddlecloth, And christened and spurred [D] drawn blood.
Oh, he never was burdened with learning, [E] And many would think him a fool,
But [A] he's mastered a method of turning, That never was taught [D] in a school.
[G] His manners are rugged and vulgar, But [E] his nuggets of gold in our need,
[A] And a lightning flash in the mulga, Is the man who [D] steadies the lead.
Now when the stock whips are ringing behind him, [E] And the brumbies are racing abreast,
[A] Oh, it's fifty to one you will find him, A furlong or two [D] from the rest,
With the coils of his whip hanging idle, [E] His eyes on the mob at his side,
[A] And the daintiest touch on the bridle.
For this is the man [D] who can ride, [G] And the stallions that break from the malley,
[E] Will find he has courage and speed, [A] For he rides the best horse in the valley.
This stockman who [D] steadies the lead, When they're fetching in stores to the station,
[E] Through tangles of broken bala, [A] And the road is a rough calculation,
That's based on the blaze [D] of a star, When they're quickening through sand bridge and hollow,
[E] And ralves are splattered with red, [A] And sometimes you've only to follow,
The sound of the hoof [D] beat ahead, [G] And then we know that he's holding the northward,
[E] Oh, we trust in the man and his steed, [A] And we hear the old brown crashing forward,
And his riders wild yell [D] to the lead, Hey!
[E]
But when [A] from the bend in [E] the river, [B]
The [F#] cattle break camp in the night,
Oh, [B] then is the season of favour, We value his service [E] as a right,
For we know [A] that if [E] some should be tardy,
[F#] And some should be left in the race,
[B] Yet the spurs will be red on Koolgaardie, As someone swings [E] out to his place,
[A] And the mulga bows talk to them breaking, [F#] In front of the maddened stampede,
And [B] a horse and a rider are taking, Their time on a [E] place in the lead,
Now as an [A] honest [E] impartial recorder,
[F#] I'd think have you all recollect,
There are other brave men [B] on the border, Entitled to [E] every respect,
There's the man [A] who thinks [E] Bucking's a tame thing, [F#] And he rides them with lighted cigars,
And [B] the man who will drive any damn thing, That's ever been hooked [E] to the bars,
[A] Oh, their pluck and their powers are granted,
[F#] That all said and done we've agreed,
[B] That the king of them all when he's won, Is the man who [E] steadies the lead,
Here we go now, He was born in the light of red oak,
[F#] And nursed by the drought and the flood, [B] And swaddled in sweat-blind saddlecloth,
And christened in spur [E]-drawn blood, Oh, he never [A] was [E] burdened with learning.
[F#]
[A] [D]
He was born in the light of red earth, [E] And nursed by the drought and the flood,
[A] And swaddled and swept like saddlecloth, And christened and spurred [D] drawn blood.
Oh, he never was burdened with learning, [E] And many would think him a fool,
But [A] he's mastered a method of turning, That never was taught [D] in a school.
[G] His manners are rugged and vulgar, But [E] his nuggets of gold in our need,
[A] And a lightning flash in the mulga, Is the man who [D] steadies the lead.
Now when the stock whips are ringing behind him, [E] And the brumbies are racing abreast,
[A] Oh, it's fifty to one you will find him, A furlong or two [D] from the rest,
With the coils of his whip hanging idle, [E] His eyes on the mob at his side,
[A] And the daintiest touch on the bridle.
For this is the man [D] who can ride, [G] And the stallions that break from the malley,
[E] Will find he has courage and speed, [A] For he rides the best horse in the valley.
This stockman who [D] steadies the lead, When they're fetching in stores to the station,
[E] Through tangles of broken bala, [A] And the road is a rough calculation,
That's based on the blaze [D] of a star, When they're quickening through sand bridge and hollow,
[E] And ralves are splattered with red, [A] And sometimes you've only to follow,
The sound of the hoof [D] beat ahead, [G] And then we know that he's holding the northward,
[E] Oh, we trust in the man and his steed, [A] And we hear the old brown crashing forward,
And his riders wild yell [D] to the lead, Hey!
[E]
But when [A] from the bend in [E] the river, [B]
The [F#] cattle break camp in the night,
Oh, [B] then is the season of favour, We value his service [E] as a right,
For we know [A] that if [E] some should be tardy,
[F#] And some should be left in the race,
[B] Yet the spurs will be red on Koolgaardie, As someone swings [E] out to his place,
[A] And the mulga bows talk to them breaking, [F#] In front of the maddened stampede,
And [B] a horse and a rider are taking, Their time on a [E] place in the lead,
Now as an [A] honest [E] impartial recorder,
[F#] I'd think have you all recollect,
There are other brave men [B] on the border, Entitled to [E] every respect,
There's the man [A] who thinks [E] Bucking's a tame thing, [F#] And he rides them with lighted cigars,
And [B] the man who will drive any damn thing, That's ever been hooked [E] to the bars,
[A] Oh, their pluck and their powers are granted,
[F#] That all said and done we've agreed,
[B] That the king of them all when he's won, Is the man who [E] steadies the lead,
Here we go now, He was born in the light of red oak,
[F#] And nursed by the drought and the flood, [B] And swaddled in sweat-blind saddlecloth,
And christened in spur [E]-drawn blood, Oh, he never [A] was [E] burdened with learning.
[F#]
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ He was born in the light of red earth, _ [E] And nursed by the drought and the flood,
_ _ [A] And swaddled and swept like saddlecloth, _ And christened and spurred [D] drawn blood.
Oh, he never was burdened with learning, _ [E] And many would think him a fool,
But [A] he's mastered a method of turning, _ That never was taught [D] in a school.
_ [G] His manners are rugged and vulgar, But [E] his nuggets of gold in our need,
_ [A] And a lightning flash in the mulga, _ Is the man who [D] steadies the lead.
Now when the stock whips are ringing behind him, _ [E] And the brumbies are racing abreast,
_ [A] Oh, it's fifty to one you will find him, _ A furlong or two [D] from the rest,
With the coils of his whip hanging idle, _ [E] His eyes on the mob at his side,
_ [A] And the daintiest touch on the bridle.
For this is the man [D] who can ride, [G] And the stallions that break from the malley,
_ [E] Will find he has courage and speed, [A] For he rides the best horse in the valley.
_ This stockman who [D] steadies the lead, When they're fetching in stores to the station,
_ [E] Through tangles of broken bala, _ [A] And the road is a rough calculation,
_ That's based on the blaze [D] of a star, _ When they're quickening through sand bridge and hollow,
_ [E] And ralves are splattered with red, _ [A] And sometimes you've only to follow,
_ The sound of the hoof [D] beat ahead, [G] And then we know that he's holding the northward,
[E] Oh, we trust in the man and his steed, [A] And we hear the old brown crashing forward,
_ And his riders wild yell [D] to the lead, Hey!
[E] _ _ _
But when [A] from the bend in [E] the river, _ _ [B]
The [F#] cattle break camp in the night,
_ Oh, [B] then is the season of favour, _ We value his service [E] as a right, _
For we know [A] that if [E] some should be tardy, _
[F#] And some should be left in the race, _
[B] Yet the spurs will be red on Koolgaardie, As someone swings [E] out to his place, _
[A] And the mulga bows talk to them breaking, _ [F#] In front of the maddened stampede,
And [B] a horse and a rider are taking, _ Their time on a [E] place in the lead,
Now as an [A] honest [E] impartial recorder, _ _
[F#] I'd think have you all recollect, _
There are other brave men [B] on the border, _ _ _ Entitled to [E] every respect, _
There's the man [A] who thinks [E] Bucking's a tame thing, [F#] And he rides them with lighted cigars,
And [B] the man who will drive any damn thing, _ That's ever been hooked [E] to the bars,
[A] Oh, their pluck and their powers are granted, _ _
[F#] That all said and done we've agreed, _
[B] That the king of them all when he's won, _ Is the man who [E] steadies the lead,
Here we go now, He was born in the light of red oak,
[F#] And nursed by the drought and the flood, _ [B] And swaddled in sweat-blind saddlecloth,
And christened in spur [E]-drawn blood, _ Oh, he never [A] was [E] burdened with learning. _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [D] _
_ _ He was born in the light of red earth, _ [E] And nursed by the drought and the flood,
_ _ [A] And swaddled and swept like saddlecloth, _ And christened and spurred [D] drawn blood.
Oh, he never was burdened with learning, _ [E] And many would think him a fool,
But [A] he's mastered a method of turning, _ That never was taught [D] in a school.
_ [G] His manners are rugged and vulgar, But [E] his nuggets of gold in our need,
_ [A] And a lightning flash in the mulga, _ Is the man who [D] steadies the lead.
Now when the stock whips are ringing behind him, _ [E] And the brumbies are racing abreast,
_ [A] Oh, it's fifty to one you will find him, _ A furlong or two [D] from the rest,
With the coils of his whip hanging idle, _ [E] His eyes on the mob at his side,
_ [A] And the daintiest touch on the bridle.
For this is the man [D] who can ride, [G] And the stallions that break from the malley,
_ [E] Will find he has courage and speed, [A] For he rides the best horse in the valley.
_ This stockman who [D] steadies the lead, When they're fetching in stores to the station,
_ [E] Through tangles of broken bala, _ [A] And the road is a rough calculation,
_ That's based on the blaze [D] of a star, _ When they're quickening through sand bridge and hollow,
_ [E] And ralves are splattered with red, _ [A] And sometimes you've only to follow,
_ The sound of the hoof [D] beat ahead, [G] And then we know that he's holding the northward,
[E] Oh, we trust in the man and his steed, [A] And we hear the old brown crashing forward,
_ And his riders wild yell [D] to the lead, Hey!
[E] _ _ _
But when [A] from the bend in [E] the river, _ _ [B]
The [F#] cattle break camp in the night,
_ Oh, [B] then is the season of favour, _ We value his service [E] as a right, _
For we know [A] that if [E] some should be tardy, _
[F#] And some should be left in the race, _
[B] Yet the spurs will be red on Koolgaardie, As someone swings [E] out to his place, _
[A] And the mulga bows talk to them breaking, _ [F#] In front of the maddened stampede,
And [B] a horse and a rider are taking, _ Their time on a [E] place in the lead,
Now as an [A] honest [E] impartial recorder, _ _
[F#] I'd think have you all recollect, _
There are other brave men [B] on the border, _ _ _ Entitled to [E] every respect, _
There's the man [A] who thinks [E] Bucking's a tame thing, [F#] And he rides them with lighted cigars,
And [B] the man who will drive any damn thing, _ That's ever been hooked [E] to the bars,
[A] Oh, their pluck and their powers are granted, _ _
[F#] That all said and done we've agreed, _
[B] That the king of them all when he's won, _ Is the man who [E] steadies the lead,
Here we go now, He was born in the light of red oak,
[F#] And nursed by the drought and the flood, _ [B] And swaddled in sweat-blind saddlecloth,
And christened in spur [E]-drawn blood, _ Oh, he never [A] was [E] burdened with learning. _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _