Slim Dusty & The Travelling Country Band - The Brass Well Chords
Tempo:
94 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
D
B
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[D] [D]
[A] [A]
[D]
It is the legend of the Bushman from the days of [A] Cunningham, when he opened up the country
and the early squatters [D] came.
It is the old tale of a [A] fortune missed by men who did not see, and perhaps you haven't
heard it, the brass well on [D] Myall Creek.
[E] [E] They were north of running rivers, they were [B] south of Queensland rains, and a blazing drought
was scorched every grass blade from the [E] plains.
So the stockmen drove the cattle to the range where there was [B] grass, and a couple sung a
well and found what they believed was brass.
[D] Here's some blooming brass they mattered when they found it in [A] the clay, and they thought
no more about it, and in [C#m] time they went [D] away.
But they heard of gold and sorrow somewhere down by [A] Inverell, and they felled and waited
crying, hell we found that in the well.
[D]
[A]
[D]
[A]
And they worked about the station, and at times they took the track, always meaning
to save money, always meaning to go back.
[D] Always meaning like the Bushmen who go drifting round [A] like wrecks, and they'd get half way
to Myall, strike a pub and blow their [D] checks.
[E] Then they told two more about it, and those [E] other two grew [B] old, but they never found the
brass well, and they never found the gold.
For the scrub grows dense and quickly, and though many [B] went to seek, no one ever struck
the lost track to the well on [E] Myall Creek.
And the story is forgotten, and I'm [C#] sitting here [B] alas, with a woeful load of trouble,
and a woeful lack [E] of brass.
But I dream at times that I might find what many went to [A] seek, that my luck might lead
my footsteps [B] to the well on [E] Myall Creek.
[C#] [E] Tis the legend of the Bushmen from the days of [B] Cunningham, when he opened up the country
and the early [E] squatters came.
Tis the old tale of a fortune missed by men who did [A] not seek, and perhaps you [E] haven't
heard the [B] brass well on [E] Myall Creek.
[A] And perhaps you haven't heard [B] the brass well on Myall Creek.
[E]
[A] [A]
[D]
It is the legend of the Bushman from the days of [A] Cunningham, when he opened up the country
and the early squatters [D] came.
It is the old tale of a [A] fortune missed by men who did not see, and perhaps you haven't
heard it, the brass well on [D] Myall Creek.
[E] [E] They were north of running rivers, they were [B] south of Queensland rains, and a blazing drought
was scorched every grass blade from the [E] plains.
So the stockmen drove the cattle to the range where there was [B] grass, and a couple sung a
well and found what they believed was brass.
[D] Here's some blooming brass they mattered when they found it in [A] the clay, and they thought
no more about it, and in [C#m] time they went [D] away.
But they heard of gold and sorrow somewhere down by [A] Inverell, and they felled and waited
crying, hell we found that in the well.
[D]
[A]
[D]
[A]
And they worked about the station, and at times they took the track, always meaning
to save money, always meaning to go back.
[D] Always meaning like the Bushmen who go drifting round [A] like wrecks, and they'd get half way
to Myall, strike a pub and blow their [D] checks.
[E] Then they told two more about it, and those [E] other two grew [B] old, but they never found the
brass well, and they never found the gold.
For the scrub grows dense and quickly, and though many [B] went to seek, no one ever struck
the lost track to the well on [E] Myall Creek.
And the story is forgotten, and I'm [C#] sitting here [B] alas, with a woeful load of trouble,
and a woeful lack [E] of brass.
But I dream at times that I might find what many went to [A] seek, that my luck might lead
my footsteps [B] to the well on [E] Myall Creek.
[C#] [E] Tis the legend of the Bushmen from the days of [B] Cunningham, when he opened up the country
and the early [E] squatters came.
Tis the old tale of a fortune missed by men who did [A] not seek, and perhaps you [E] haven't
heard the [B] brass well on [E] Myall Creek.
[A] And perhaps you haven't heard [B] the brass well on Myall Creek.
[E]
Key:
E
A
D
B
C#
E
A
D
_ _ [D] _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
It is the legend of the Bushman from the days of [A] Cunningham, when he opened up the country
and the early squatters [D] came.
_ _ It is the old tale of a [A] fortune missed by men who did not see, and perhaps you haven't
heard it, the brass well on [D] Myall Creek. _ _
[E] _ _ [E] _ They were north of running rivers, they were [B] south of Queensland rains, and a blazing drought
was scorched every grass blade from the [E] plains. _ _
So the stockmen drove the cattle to the range where there was [B] grass, and a couple sung a
well and found what they believed was brass.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ Here's some blooming brass they mattered when they found it in [A] the clay, and they thought
no more about it, and in [C#m] time they went [D] away.
_ But they heard of gold and sorrow somewhere down by [A] Inverell, and they felled and waited
crying, hell we found that in the well.
_ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And they worked about the station, and at times they took the track, always meaning
to save money, always meaning to go back. _ _
[D] Always meaning like the Bushmen who go drifting round [A] like wrecks, and they'd get half way
to Myall, strike a pub and blow their [D] checks.
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ Then they told two more about it, and those [E] other two grew [B] old, but they never found the
brass well, and they never found the gold.
_ For the scrub grows dense and quickly, and though many [B] went to seek, no one ever struck
the lost track to the well on [E] Myall Creek. _ _ _ _ _ _
And the story is forgotten, and I'm [C#] sitting here [B] alas, with a woeful load of trouble,
and a woeful lack [E] of brass.
_ _ But I dream at times that I might find what many went to [A] seek, that my luck might lead
my footsteps [B] to the well on [E] Myall Creek.
_ _ [C#] [E] Tis the legend of the Bushmen from the days of [B] Cunningham, when he opened up the country
and the early [E] squatters came. _
Tis the old tale of a fortune missed by men who did [A] not seek, and perhaps you [E] haven't
heard the [B] brass well on [E] Myall Creek.
_ _ [A] And perhaps you haven't heard [B] the brass well on Myall Creek.
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ [A] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
It is the legend of the Bushman from the days of [A] Cunningham, when he opened up the country
and the early squatters [D] came.
_ _ It is the old tale of a [A] fortune missed by men who did not see, and perhaps you haven't
heard it, the brass well on [D] Myall Creek. _ _
[E] _ _ [E] _ They were north of running rivers, they were [B] south of Queensland rains, and a blazing drought
was scorched every grass blade from the [E] plains. _ _
So the stockmen drove the cattle to the range where there was [B] grass, and a couple sung a
well and found what they believed was brass.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ Here's some blooming brass they mattered when they found it in [A] the clay, and they thought
no more about it, and in [C#m] time they went [D] away.
_ But they heard of gold and sorrow somewhere down by [A] Inverell, and they felled and waited
crying, hell we found that in the well.
_ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ And they worked about the station, and at times they took the track, always meaning
to save money, always meaning to go back. _ _
[D] Always meaning like the Bushmen who go drifting round [A] like wrecks, and they'd get half way
to Myall, strike a pub and blow their [D] checks.
_ _ _ [E] _ _ _ Then they told two more about it, and those [E] other two grew [B] old, but they never found the
brass well, and they never found the gold.
_ For the scrub grows dense and quickly, and though many [B] went to seek, no one ever struck
the lost track to the well on [E] Myall Creek. _ _ _ _ _ _
And the story is forgotten, and I'm [C#] sitting here [B] alas, with a woeful load of trouble,
and a woeful lack [E] of brass.
_ _ But I dream at times that I might find what many went to [A] seek, that my luck might lead
my footsteps [B] to the well on [E] Myall Creek.
_ _ [C#] [E] Tis the legend of the Bushmen from the days of [B] Cunningham, when he opened up the country
and the early [E] squatters came. _
Tis the old tale of a fortune missed by men who did [A] not seek, and perhaps you [E] haven't
heard the [B] brass well on [E] Myall Creek.
_ _ [A] And perhaps you haven't heard [B] the brass well on Myall Creek.
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _