To Whom It May Concern Chords by Slim Dusty
Tempo:
121.1 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
D
G
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[A]
[D]
Well, you're sitting [G] in your padded [D] swivel chair,
In your air-conditioned office [G] on the Strand,
[A] With your secretary beside you and computers there to guide you,
And you've only got a biro [D] in your hand,
[G] And you're making big decisions by the hour,
[E] And your little brain is working overtime.
[A] You know everything with knoweth, but your ignorance is showeth,
When it comes to dirty hand or [D] sweat and dry,
And you try to [G] tell us how to run [D] our farms,
And you tell us how we must [G] economise,
[A] That our products are expensive, and our profits are extensive.
Oh, I wish you blokes would open [D] up your eyes,
[G] That you couldn't see a blowfly on your nose,
[E] And you wouldn't recognise it if you did.
[A] You're so full of all that knowledge, they plumped into you at college,
But I'm sure there's nothing [D] underneath your lint.
Oh, I'd like to [G] take your fancy [D] shoes away,
And put a pair of bluches [G] on your feet,
And [A] dress you up in dungarees with some patches at the knees,
And drag you out into the [D] dust and heat.
[G] Oh, I'd like to see you spend a week with me,
[E] On a fence line where the gold is rough and hard,
[A] Sinking post holes by the hour,
Straining wire until you're sour,
And your hands are cut to pieces [D] by the bar.
[A]
[D] [D#m]
[E] Oh, would you like to [A] take a turn at [E] handling stock,
In a hot and dusty yard you [A] work too late,
[A#] [B] With the mum of ball and breeders,
Trying to draft that stupid weaners,
With a jackaroo a-trying to [E] work the gate.
But [A] I don't think you'd fit in the country life,
You've [F#] been warm in that old swivel chair too long.
[B] You've got cones upon your bum,
Instead of blisters on your thumb,
So I think you'd better stay [F#m] where you [E] belong.
Have you ever worked [A] a track day [E] and night,
For weeks without a moment to [A] relax,
[A#m] Trying [B] to earn a nod of squid to feed the missus and the kids,
Then lose the blasted lot in in [E]-contact?
Do [A] you really know what's happening way out there,
[F#] So many folk are leaving in despair?
[B] Well, I'll give it to you straight,
You'd better move before too late,
But then I wonder if you [E] understand or care.
Yes, you're sitting [A] in your padded [E] swivel chair,
In your air-conditioned office [A] on the Strand.
[B] Well, I put this message across about sixteen years ago,
I hope some bugger hears [E] it this [A] time.
[E] [A] [E] [A] [E]
[D]
Well, you're sitting [G] in your padded [D] swivel chair,
In your air-conditioned office [G] on the Strand,
[A] With your secretary beside you and computers there to guide you,
And you've only got a biro [D] in your hand,
[G] And you're making big decisions by the hour,
[E] And your little brain is working overtime.
[A] You know everything with knoweth, but your ignorance is showeth,
When it comes to dirty hand or [D] sweat and dry,
And you try to [G] tell us how to run [D] our farms,
And you tell us how we must [G] economise,
[A] That our products are expensive, and our profits are extensive.
Oh, I wish you blokes would open [D] up your eyes,
[G] That you couldn't see a blowfly on your nose,
[E] And you wouldn't recognise it if you did.
[A] You're so full of all that knowledge, they plumped into you at college,
But I'm sure there's nothing [D] underneath your lint.
Oh, I'd like to [G] take your fancy [D] shoes away,
And put a pair of bluches [G] on your feet,
And [A] dress you up in dungarees with some patches at the knees,
And drag you out into the [D] dust and heat.
[G] Oh, I'd like to see you spend a week with me,
[E] On a fence line where the gold is rough and hard,
[A] Sinking post holes by the hour,
Straining wire until you're sour,
And your hands are cut to pieces [D] by the bar.
[A]
[D] [D#m]
[E] Oh, would you like to [A] take a turn at [E] handling stock,
In a hot and dusty yard you [A] work too late,
[A#] [B] With the mum of ball and breeders,
Trying to draft that stupid weaners,
With a jackaroo a-trying to [E] work the gate.
But [A] I don't think you'd fit in the country life,
You've [F#] been warm in that old swivel chair too long.
[B] You've got cones upon your bum,
Instead of blisters on your thumb,
So I think you'd better stay [F#m] where you [E] belong.
Have you ever worked [A] a track day [E] and night,
For weeks without a moment to [A] relax,
[A#m] Trying [B] to earn a nod of squid to feed the missus and the kids,
Then lose the blasted lot in in [E]-contact?
Do [A] you really know what's happening way out there,
[F#] So many folk are leaving in despair?
[B] Well, I'll give it to you straight,
You'd better move before too late,
But then I wonder if you [E] understand or care.
Yes, you're sitting [A] in your padded [E] swivel chair,
In your air-conditioned office [A] on the Strand.
[B] Well, I put this message across about sixteen years ago,
I hope some bugger hears [E] it this [A] time.
[E] [A] [E] [A] [E]
Key:
A
E
D
G
B
A
E
D
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
Well, you're sitting [G] in your padded [D] swivel chair,
_ In your air-conditioned office [G] on the Strand,
_ [A] With your secretary beside you and computers there to guide you,
And you've only got a biro [D] in your hand,
_ [G] And you're making big decisions by the hour,
_ [E] And your little brain is working overtime. _
_ [A] You know everything with knoweth, but your ignorance is showeth,
When it comes to dirty hand or [D] sweat and dry,
_ And you try to [G] tell us how to run [D] our farms,
And you tell us how we must [G] economise,
_ [A] That our products are expensive, and our profits are extensive.
Oh, I wish you blokes would open [D] up your eyes,
_ [G] That you couldn't see a blowfly on your nose,
_ [E] And you wouldn't recognise it if you did.
_ [A] You're so full of all that knowledge, they plumped into you at college,
But I'm sure there's nothing [D] underneath your lint.
_ Oh, I'd like to [G] take your fancy [D] shoes away,
_ And put a pair of bluches [G] on your feet,
And [A] dress you up in dungarees with some patches at the knees,
And drag you out into the [D] dust and heat.
_ [G] Oh, I'd like to see you spend a week with me,
_ [E] On a fence line where the gold is rough and hard,
_ [A] Sinking post holes by the hour,
Straining wire until you're sour,
And your hands are cut to pieces [D] by the bar.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ [D#m] _
[E] Oh, would you like to [A] take a turn at [E] handling stock,
_ In a hot and dusty yard you [A] work too late,
_ [A#] [B] With the mum of ball and breeders,
Trying to draft that stupid weaners,
With a jackaroo a-trying to [E] work the gate. _
But [A] I don't think you'd fit in the country life,
You've [F#] been warm in that old swivel chair too long.
_ [B] You've got cones upon your bum,
Instead of blisters on your thumb,
So I think you'd better stay [F#m] where you [E] belong. _
Have you ever worked [A] a track day [E] and night, _
_ For weeks without a moment to [A] relax,
[A#m] Trying [B] to earn a nod of squid to feed the missus and the kids,
Then lose the blasted lot in in [E]-contact? _
Do [A] you really know what's happening way out there, _
[F#] So many folk are leaving in despair? _
[B] Well, I'll give it to you straight,
You'd better move before too late,
But then I wonder if you [E] understand or care.
Yes, you're sitting [A] in your padded [E] swivel chair, _
In your air-conditioned office [A] on the Strand. _
_ [B] Well, I put this message across about sixteen years ago,
_ I hope some bugger hears [E] it this [A] time.
[E] _ [A] _ [E] _ [A] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _
Well, you're sitting [G] in your padded [D] swivel chair,
_ In your air-conditioned office [G] on the Strand,
_ [A] With your secretary beside you and computers there to guide you,
And you've only got a biro [D] in your hand,
_ [G] And you're making big decisions by the hour,
_ [E] And your little brain is working overtime. _
_ [A] You know everything with knoweth, but your ignorance is showeth,
When it comes to dirty hand or [D] sweat and dry,
_ And you try to [G] tell us how to run [D] our farms,
And you tell us how we must [G] economise,
_ [A] That our products are expensive, and our profits are extensive.
Oh, I wish you blokes would open [D] up your eyes,
_ [G] That you couldn't see a blowfly on your nose,
_ [E] And you wouldn't recognise it if you did.
_ [A] You're so full of all that knowledge, they plumped into you at college,
But I'm sure there's nothing [D] underneath your lint.
_ Oh, I'd like to [G] take your fancy [D] shoes away,
_ And put a pair of bluches [G] on your feet,
And [A] dress you up in dungarees with some patches at the knees,
And drag you out into the [D] dust and heat.
_ [G] Oh, I'd like to see you spend a week with me,
_ [E] On a fence line where the gold is rough and hard,
_ [A] Sinking post holes by the hour,
Straining wire until you're sour,
And your hands are cut to pieces [D] by the bar.
_ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ [D#m] _
[E] Oh, would you like to [A] take a turn at [E] handling stock,
_ In a hot and dusty yard you [A] work too late,
_ [A#] [B] With the mum of ball and breeders,
Trying to draft that stupid weaners,
With a jackaroo a-trying to [E] work the gate. _
But [A] I don't think you'd fit in the country life,
You've [F#] been warm in that old swivel chair too long.
_ [B] You've got cones upon your bum,
Instead of blisters on your thumb,
So I think you'd better stay [F#m] where you [E] belong. _
Have you ever worked [A] a track day [E] and night, _
_ For weeks without a moment to [A] relax,
[A#m] Trying [B] to earn a nod of squid to feed the missus and the kids,
Then lose the blasted lot in in [E]-contact? _
Do [A] you really know what's happening way out there, _
[F#] So many folk are leaving in despair? _
[B] Well, I'll give it to you straight,
You'd better move before too late,
But then I wonder if you [E] understand or care.
Yes, you're sitting [A] in your padded [E] swivel chair, _
In your air-conditioned office [A] on the Strand. _
_ [B] Well, I put this message across about sixteen years ago,
_ I hope some bugger hears [E] it this [A] time.
[E] _ [A] _ [E] _ [A] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _