Trumby Chords by Slim Dusty
Tempo:
87.5 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
C
A
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G] It's my pleasure to introduce a gentleman who, uh, he's got a brand new record out, the Min Min, but he's not gonna sing that now.
He's, uh, done a little bit of a switch on me.
He's gonna sing a couple of other songs that are very well known to you.
The first one, Trumby, and we'll leave the second one a secret.
Here he is, Slim Dusty!
Slim Dusty!
[D]
[G] [D] [A] [D]
Now Trumby was a ringer, [A] a good one to a fan.
Hide and rake, a twister, throw [D] a rope and fancy plans.
[G] Take a counter line, a saddle track, [D] a man lost in the night.
[G] Trumby was a [D] good boy, [A] but he couldn't [D] read or write.
Now Trumby was dependable, [A] he never took to beer.
The boss admired him so much, [D] one day made him overseer.
[G] It never went to Trumby's head, [D] he didn't boast, Skype.
[G] Trumby was a [D] good boy, [A] but he couldn't [D] read or write.
[C] Now [Cm] the drought was off [G] country, and grass in short supply.
The tanks were getting lower, [C] and the water holes near [G] dry.
[F] Cattle started dying, [C] and relief was not in sight.
[F] To [C] estimate the [G] losses, Trumby could read [C] or write.
He rode around the station [G] pulling cattle from the dock.
To save them being torn about [C] by eagles, crows and dogs.
[F] He saw a notice on a [G] tree, it wasn't there [C] last night.
[F] [C] Trumby tried [G] to understand, but he couldn't [C] read or write.
[B] [D]
On a bended knee down in the mud, [A] Trumby had a drink.
Swung the reins into his [D] horse, said, we go home I think.
[G] Tell him boss about the [D] sign, him read him good or write.
[G] And one day [D] boss is a missus, teaching Trumby read and write.
Concern was felt for Trumby, [C#m] for he hadn't [A] used his man.
Next day beside that muddy hole, [D] they found the ringer dead.
[G] And a piece of tin tied to a tree, [D] then caught the boss's eye.
[G] As he read the words [D] of poison here, and signed by Douglas Fry.
[C] Now the stock had never used that hole, [G] along that stony creek.
And Trumby's bag was empty, it had [C] frayed and sprung a loop.
[F] And the dogs were there in [C] hundreds, and the dog a reduced flight.
[F] Told the [B] boss, [C] he never [G] knew poor Trumby could read [C] or write.
[D] Now Trumby was a ringer, [A] a solid ass.
His skin was black, but his heart [Em] was white, [D] and that's what matters most.
[G] Oft times I think how sad it [D] is in this world with all its mud.
To see [G] that a man [D] like Trumby, his [A] death he couldn't [D] read or write.
[A] Couldn't read [D] or write.
[A] [D] Couldn't read or write.
[A]
He's, uh, done a little bit of a switch on me.
He's gonna sing a couple of other songs that are very well known to you.
The first one, Trumby, and we'll leave the second one a secret.
Here he is, Slim Dusty!
Slim Dusty!
[D]
[G] [D] [A] [D]
Now Trumby was a ringer, [A] a good one to a fan.
Hide and rake, a twister, throw [D] a rope and fancy plans.
[G] Take a counter line, a saddle track, [D] a man lost in the night.
[G] Trumby was a [D] good boy, [A] but he couldn't [D] read or write.
Now Trumby was dependable, [A] he never took to beer.
The boss admired him so much, [D] one day made him overseer.
[G] It never went to Trumby's head, [D] he didn't boast, Skype.
[G] Trumby was a [D] good boy, [A] but he couldn't [D] read or write.
[C] Now [Cm] the drought was off [G] country, and grass in short supply.
The tanks were getting lower, [C] and the water holes near [G] dry.
[F] Cattle started dying, [C] and relief was not in sight.
[F] To [C] estimate the [G] losses, Trumby could read [C] or write.
He rode around the station [G] pulling cattle from the dock.
To save them being torn about [C] by eagles, crows and dogs.
[F] He saw a notice on a [G] tree, it wasn't there [C] last night.
[F] [C] Trumby tried [G] to understand, but he couldn't [C] read or write.
[B] [D]
On a bended knee down in the mud, [A] Trumby had a drink.
Swung the reins into his [D] horse, said, we go home I think.
[G] Tell him boss about the [D] sign, him read him good or write.
[G] And one day [D] boss is a missus, teaching Trumby read and write.
Concern was felt for Trumby, [C#m] for he hadn't [A] used his man.
Next day beside that muddy hole, [D] they found the ringer dead.
[G] And a piece of tin tied to a tree, [D] then caught the boss's eye.
[G] As he read the words [D] of poison here, and signed by Douglas Fry.
[C] Now the stock had never used that hole, [G] along that stony creek.
And Trumby's bag was empty, it had [C] frayed and sprung a loop.
[F] And the dogs were there in [C] hundreds, and the dog a reduced flight.
[F] Told the [B] boss, [C] he never [G] knew poor Trumby could read [C] or write.
[D] Now Trumby was a ringer, [A] a solid ass.
His skin was black, but his heart [Em] was white, [D] and that's what matters most.
[G] Oft times I think how sad it [D] is in this world with all its mud.
To see [G] that a man [D] like Trumby, his [A] death he couldn't [D] read or write.
[A] Couldn't read [D] or write.
[A] [D] Couldn't read or write.
[A]
Key:
D
G
C
A
F
D
G
C
[G] It's my pleasure to introduce a gentleman who, uh, he's got a brand new record out, the Min Min, but he's not gonna sing that now.
He's, uh, done a little bit of a switch on me.
He's gonna sing a couple of other songs that are very well known to you.
The first one, Trumby, and we'll leave the second one a secret.
Here he is, Slim Dusty!
Slim Dusty!
[D] _
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ Now Trumby was a ringer, [A] a good one to a fan.
Hide and rake, a twister, throw [D] a rope and fancy plans.
[G] Take a counter line, a saddle track, [D] a man lost in the night.
[G] Trumby was a [D] good boy, [A] but he couldn't [D] read or write.
_ Now Trumby was dependable, [A] he never took to beer.
The boss admired him so much, [D] one day made him overseer.
[G] It never went to Trumby's head, [D] he didn't boast, Skype.
[G] Trumby was a [D] good boy, [A] but he couldn't [D] read or write.
_ [C] _ _ _ Now [Cm] the drought was off [G] country, and grass in short supply.
The tanks were getting lower, [C] and the water holes near [G] dry.
[F] Cattle started dying, [C] and relief was not in sight.
[F] To [C] estimate the [G] losses, Trumby could read [C] or write.
_ He rode around the station [G] pulling cattle from the dock.
To save them being torn about [C] by eagles, crows and dogs.
[F] He saw a notice on a [G] tree, it wasn't there [C] last night.
[F] [C] Trumby tried [G] to understand, but he couldn't [C] read or write.
_ [B] _ [D] _ _ _
On a bended knee down in the mud, [A] Trumby had a drink.
Swung the reins into his [D] horse, said, we go home I think.
[G] Tell him boss about the [D] sign, him read him good or write.
[G] And one day [D] boss is a missus, teaching Trumby read and write. _ _
Concern was felt for Trumby, [C#m] for he hadn't [A] used his man.
Next day beside that muddy hole, [D] they found the ringer dead.
[G] And a piece of tin tied to a tree, [D] then caught the boss's eye.
[G] As he read the words [D] of poison here, and signed by Douglas Fry. _ _
[C] _ _ _ Now the stock had never used that hole, [G] along that stony creek.
And Trumby's bag was empty, it had [C] frayed and sprung a loop.
[F] And the dogs were there in [C] hundreds, and the dog a reduced flight.
[F] Told the [B] boss, [C] he never [G] knew poor Trumby could read [C] or write.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ Now Trumby was a ringer, [A] a solid ass.
His skin was black, but his heart [Em] was white, [D] and that's what matters most.
[G] Oft times I think how sad it [D] is in this world with all its mud.
To see [G] that a man [D] like Trumby, his [A] death he couldn't [D] read or write.
[A] Couldn't read [D] or write.
_ [A] [D] Couldn't read or write.
_ _ _ [A] _
He's, uh, done a little bit of a switch on me.
He's gonna sing a couple of other songs that are very well known to you.
The first one, Trumby, and we'll leave the second one a secret.
Here he is, Slim Dusty!
Slim Dusty!
[D] _
[G] _ _ _ [D] _ _ [A] _ _ [D] _
_ Now Trumby was a ringer, [A] a good one to a fan.
Hide and rake, a twister, throw [D] a rope and fancy plans.
[G] Take a counter line, a saddle track, [D] a man lost in the night.
[G] Trumby was a [D] good boy, [A] but he couldn't [D] read or write.
_ Now Trumby was dependable, [A] he never took to beer.
The boss admired him so much, [D] one day made him overseer.
[G] It never went to Trumby's head, [D] he didn't boast, Skype.
[G] Trumby was a [D] good boy, [A] but he couldn't [D] read or write.
_ [C] _ _ _ Now [Cm] the drought was off [G] country, and grass in short supply.
The tanks were getting lower, [C] and the water holes near [G] dry.
[F] Cattle started dying, [C] and relief was not in sight.
[F] To [C] estimate the [G] losses, Trumby could read [C] or write.
_ He rode around the station [G] pulling cattle from the dock.
To save them being torn about [C] by eagles, crows and dogs.
[F] He saw a notice on a [G] tree, it wasn't there [C] last night.
[F] [C] Trumby tried [G] to understand, but he couldn't [C] read or write.
_ [B] _ [D] _ _ _
On a bended knee down in the mud, [A] Trumby had a drink.
Swung the reins into his [D] horse, said, we go home I think.
[G] Tell him boss about the [D] sign, him read him good or write.
[G] And one day [D] boss is a missus, teaching Trumby read and write. _ _
Concern was felt for Trumby, [C#m] for he hadn't [A] used his man.
Next day beside that muddy hole, [D] they found the ringer dead.
[G] And a piece of tin tied to a tree, [D] then caught the boss's eye.
[G] As he read the words [D] of poison here, and signed by Douglas Fry. _ _
[C] _ _ _ Now the stock had never used that hole, [G] along that stony creek.
And Trumby's bag was empty, it had [C] frayed and sprung a loop.
[F] And the dogs were there in [C] hundreds, and the dog a reduced flight.
[F] Told the [B] boss, [C] he never [G] knew poor Trumby could read [C] or write.
_ _ [D] _ _ _ Now Trumby was a ringer, [A] a solid ass.
His skin was black, but his heart [Em] was white, [D] and that's what matters most.
[G] Oft times I think how sad it [D] is in this world with all its mud.
To see [G] that a man [D] like Trumby, his [A] death he couldn't [D] read or write.
[A] Couldn't read [D] or write.
_ [A] [D] Couldn't read or write.
_ _ _ [A] _