The Only Time A Fisherman Tells The Truth Chords by Slim Dusty
Tempo:
110.65 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
D
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G] [C]
Now you'll hear it from your neighbor, and [F] you'll wear it down the pub,
and [G] you'll cop it from your own best mate as he belts it in [C] your lung.
Now I have had just about enough, [F] so it's come to this, you see,
and I'm [G] tired of all this bull and scaly tails you're [C] telling me.
Now I know it don't seem right to you that I [F] should feel like this,
[G] because you're not an Aussie through and through if you don't drink fight and [C] fish.
And you question what else there's to do, [F] time away to [C] pass,
without [G] drinking, skitin', bluin' and fightin' for no fish in a wet, [C] uh, outfit.
Then you come in my house annoying me, gabbing [F] who caught this and that,
[G] and I'm about as interested in fishin', mate, as I am in the neighbor's [C] cat.
So take your flamin' hat, your [F] faithful rod, and your stinkin' prawns,
[F#] and [G] remove that leakin' boat of yours off my [C] flamin' lawn.
[F] Because I don't care if the fish [C] weren't bitin' and you should have stayed in bed,
and [D] while draggin' for bait, your wife got bogged in a crock, I ate your [A#m] dog instead.
[C] And I couldn't give a horse's [F] rear if your 9.9 caught fire,
because the [G] only time a fisherman tells the truth is when he calls another [C] a liar.
[G] [C]
Now take that old faithful trusty rod, the [F] one you've had for years,
I'd [G] like to borrow it for a tick, and wrap it around your ears.
And just to show my interest in [F] your interest, I suppose,
[G] I'd like to shove your bait box mud and oil right [C] up your nose.
Now don't get me wrong, though I don't [F] fish, I'll nudge a can or two,
but [G] there's more for me in life, you see, than a romp in the [C] ocean blue.
And we're still mates, that's rigged, you did, but there's [F] times I feel I oughta
[G] tie your bottom lip to the prop and start the flamin' [C] motor.
Yeah, I've tried to make you understand and hoped you'd stay awake,
[G] but I'll be gaffed if you're not back sprukin' [C] again next day.
So it's come to this, old mate, old friend, from [F] the bottom of my heart.
[Em] Take your boatin' oars, your photo of jaws, your rod and hers, and your secret lures,
your live [G] bait box and your old crap pots, your stinkin' hooks and your fishin' books,
your Dundee knife and your ugly wife, take your [C] favourite rum and your favourite glass,
and do the obvious is all I ask.
[F] Cos I don't care if the fish weren't [C] bitin' and you should've stayed in bed
while [D] draggin' for bait, your wife got bogged and a croc ate your dog instead.
And I couldn't give a horse a rear if [F] your 9.9 caught fire,
[G] and the only time a fisherman tells the truth is when he calls another [C] a liar.
No, [F] I don't care if the fish weren't bitin' and you should've stayed in bed
while [D] draggin' for bait, your wife got bogged and [G] a croc ate your dog instead.
And [C] I couldn't give a horse a rear [F] if your 9.9 caught fire,
and the only time a fisherman tells the truth [G] is when he calls [C] another a liar.
Now you'll hear it from your neighbor, and [F] you'll wear it down the pub,
and [G] you'll cop it from your own best mate as he belts it in [C] your lung.
Now I have had just about enough, [F] so it's come to this, you see,
and I'm [G] tired of all this bull and scaly tails you're [C] telling me.
Now I know it don't seem right to you that I [F] should feel like this,
[G] because you're not an Aussie through and through if you don't drink fight and [C] fish.
And you question what else there's to do, [F] time away to [C] pass,
without [G] drinking, skitin', bluin' and fightin' for no fish in a wet, [C] uh, outfit.
Then you come in my house annoying me, gabbing [F] who caught this and that,
[G] and I'm about as interested in fishin', mate, as I am in the neighbor's [C] cat.
So take your flamin' hat, your [F] faithful rod, and your stinkin' prawns,
[F#] and [G] remove that leakin' boat of yours off my [C] flamin' lawn.
[F] Because I don't care if the fish [C] weren't bitin' and you should have stayed in bed,
and [D] while draggin' for bait, your wife got bogged in a crock, I ate your [A#m] dog instead.
[C] And I couldn't give a horse's [F] rear if your 9.9 caught fire,
because the [G] only time a fisherman tells the truth is when he calls another [C] a liar.
[G] [C]
Now take that old faithful trusty rod, the [F] one you've had for years,
I'd [G] like to borrow it for a tick, and wrap it around your ears.
And just to show my interest in [F] your interest, I suppose,
[G] I'd like to shove your bait box mud and oil right [C] up your nose.
Now don't get me wrong, though I don't [F] fish, I'll nudge a can or two,
but [G] there's more for me in life, you see, than a romp in the [C] ocean blue.
And we're still mates, that's rigged, you did, but there's [F] times I feel I oughta
[G] tie your bottom lip to the prop and start the flamin' [C] motor.
Yeah, I've tried to make you understand and hoped you'd stay awake,
[G] but I'll be gaffed if you're not back sprukin' [C] again next day.
So it's come to this, old mate, old friend, from [F] the bottom of my heart.
[Em] Take your boatin' oars, your photo of jaws, your rod and hers, and your secret lures,
your live [G] bait box and your old crap pots, your stinkin' hooks and your fishin' books,
your Dundee knife and your ugly wife, take your [C] favourite rum and your favourite glass,
and do the obvious is all I ask.
[F] Cos I don't care if the fish weren't [C] bitin' and you should've stayed in bed
while [D] draggin' for bait, your wife got bogged and a croc ate your dog instead.
And I couldn't give a horse a rear if [F] your 9.9 caught fire,
[G] and the only time a fisherman tells the truth is when he calls another [C] a liar.
No, [F] I don't care if the fish weren't bitin' and you should've stayed in bed
while [D] draggin' for bait, your wife got bogged and [G] a croc ate your dog instead.
And [C] I couldn't give a horse a rear [F] if your 9.9 caught fire,
and the only time a fisherman tells the truth [G] is when he calls [C] another a liar.
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_ [G] _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Now you'll hear it from your neighbor, and [F] you'll wear it down the pub,
and [G] you'll cop it from your own best mate as he belts it in [C] your lung.
_ _ Now I have had just about enough, [F] so it's come to this, you see,
and I'm [G] tired of all this bull and scaly tails you're [C] telling me.
_ _ Now I know it don't seem right to you that I [F] should feel like this,
[G] because you're not an Aussie through and through if you don't drink fight and [C] fish.
_ And you question what else there's to do, [F] time away to [C] pass,
without [G] drinking, skitin', bluin' and fightin' for no fish in a wet, [C] uh, outfit. _ _ _ _ _
Then you come in my house annoying me, gabbing [F] who caught this and that,
[G] and I'm about as interested in fishin', mate, as I am in the neighbor's [C] cat.
So take your flamin' hat, your [F] faithful rod, and your stinkin' prawns,
[F#] and [G] remove that leakin' boat of yours off my [C] flamin' lawn.
_ _ [F] Because I don't care if the fish [C] weren't bitin' and you should have stayed in bed,
and [D] while draggin' for bait, your wife got bogged in a crock, I ate your [A#m] dog instead.
[C] And I couldn't give a horse's [F] rear if your 9.9 caught fire,
because the [G] only time a fisherman tells the truth is when he calls another [C] a liar. _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ Now take that old faithful trusty rod, the [F] one you've had for years,
I'd [G] like to borrow it for a tick, and wrap it around your ears.
And just to show my interest in [F] your interest, I suppose,
[G] I'd like to shove your bait box mud and oil right [C] up your nose.
_ Now don't get me wrong, though I don't [F] fish, I'll nudge a can or two,
but [G] there's more for me in life, you see, than a romp in the [C] ocean blue. _ _
And we're still mates, that's rigged, you did, but there's [F] times I feel I oughta
[G] tie your bottom lip to the prop and start the flamin' [C] motor.
_ Yeah, I've tried to make you understand and hoped you'd stay awake,
[G] but I'll be gaffed if you're not back sprukin' [C] again next day.
So it's come to this, old mate, old friend, from [F] the bottom of my heart.
[Em] Take your boatin' oars, your photo of jaws, your rod and hers, and your secret lures,
your live [G] bait box and your old crap pots, your stinkin' hooks and your fishin' books,
your Dundee knife and your ugly wife, take your [C] favourite rum and your favourite glass,
and do the obvious is all I ask.
_ [F] Cos I don't care if the fish weren't [C] bitin' and you should've stayed in bed
while [D] draggin' for bait, your wife got bogged and a croc ate your dog instead.
And I couldn't give a horse a rear if [F] your 9.9 caught fire,
[G] and the only time a fisherman tells the truth is when he calls another [C] a liar.
_ No, [F] I don't care if the fish weren't bitin' and you should've stayed in bed
while [D] draggin' for bait, your wife got bogged and [G] a croc ate your dog instead.
And [C] I couldn't give a horse a rear [F] if your 9.9 caught fire,
and the only time a fisherman tells the truth [G] is when he calls [C] another a liar. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Now you'll hear it from your neighbor, and [F] you'll wear it down the pub,
and [G] you'll cop it from your own best mate as he belts it in [C] your lung.
_ _ Now I have had just about enough, [F] so it's come to this, you see,
and I'm [G] tired of all this bull and scaly tails you're [C] telling me.
_ _ Now I know it don't seem right to you that I [F] should feel like this,
[G] because you're not an Aussie through and through if you don't drink fight and [C] fish.
_ And you question what else there's to do, [F] time away to [C] pass,
without [G] drinking, skitin', bluin' and fightin' for no fish in a wet, [C] uh, outfit. _ _ _ _ _
Then you come in my house annoying me, gabbing [F] who caught this and that,
[G] and I'm about as interested in fishin', mate, as I am in the neighbor's [C] cat.
So take your flamin' hat, your [F] faithful rod, and your stinkin' prawns,
[F#] and [G] remove that leakin' boat of yours off my [C] flamin' lawn.
_ _ [F] Because I don't care if the fish [C] weren't bitin' and you should have stayed in bed,
and [D] while draggin' for bait, your wife got bogged in a crock, I ate your [A#m] dog instead.
[C] And I couldn't give a horse's [F] rear if your 9.9 caught fire,
because the [G] only time a fisherman tells the truth is when he calls another [C] a liar. _ _
[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ Now take that old faithful trusty rod, the [F] one you've had for years,
I'd [G] like to borrow it for a tick, and wrap it around your ears.
And just to show my interest in [F] your interest, I suppose,
[G] I'd like to shove your bait box mud and oil right [C] up your nose.
_ Now don't get me wrong, though I don't [F] fish, I'll nudge a can or two,
but [G] there's more for me in life, you see, than a romp in the [C] ocean blue. _ _
And we're still mates, that's rigged, you did, but there's [F] times I feel I oughta
[G] tie your bottom lip to the prop and start the flamin' [C] motor.
_ Yeah, I've tried to make you understand and hoped you'd stay awake,
[G] but I'll be gaffed if you're not back sprukin' [C] again next day.
So it's come to this, old mate, old friend, from [F] the bottom of my heart.
[Em] Take your boatin' oars, your photo of jaws, your rod and hers, and your secret lures,
your live [G] bait box and your old crap pots, your stinkin' hooks and your fishin' books,
your Dundee knife and your ugly wife, take your [C] favourite rum and your favourite glass,
and do the obvious is all I ask.
_ [F] Cos I don't care if the fish weren't [C] bitin' and you should've stayed in bed
while [D] draggin' for bait, your wife got bogged and a croc ate your dog instead.
And I couldn't give a horse a rear if [F] your 9.9 caught fire,
[G] and the only time a fisherman tells the truth is when he calls another [C] a liar.
_ No, [F] I don't care if the fish weren't bitin' and you should've stayed in bed
while [D] draggin' for bait, your wife got bogged and [G] a croc ate your dog instead.
And [C] I couldn't give a horse a rear [F] if your 9.9 caught fire,
and the only time a fisherman tells the truth [G] is when he calls [C] another a liar. _
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