Chords for Spirit Of The Land - Hugh McDonald
Tempo:
76 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
Em
Bm
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Thank you [Bb] and welcome [G] to a night of Australian music [E] under the Brisbane stars.
[Ab] Here's a [Em] song for all those men and women who live and [G] work on the land, day in, day
out, through the floods, through the bushfires and through the droughts.
This one's [D] called The Spirit of the Land.
Two, three, and the old men in the public bar [E] talk of floods and droughts before.
[G] The night goes on and the conversations die.
But the battlers don't give up.
It's written on their hands and in their [B] [Em]
eyes.
[A] [D] The rivers are dry across the land and [A] the farmers' fields have turned to sand
because the rain [Bm] hasn't come for two years, [Em] almost three.
[D] The topsoil's gone with a hot north wind.
[A] The crops won't grow [A] and rust's set in and [Em] the cruel south wind [A] of winter brought no [D] relief.
And [Bm] the old men [G] in the public bar [A] talk of floods and [D] droughts before.
[Bm] The night goes on [G] and the conversations [D] die.
[B] But the battlers [G] don't give up.
[A] It's written [D] on their hands and [G] in their eyes.
[D] [Em]
[A] And the spirit of the [D] land survives.
And on Saturday nights at the Royal [A] Hotel, Hank the Dutchman plays guitar.
[Em] He sings country and [Bm] western favourites [Em] and requests.
[D]
It used to be his [E] second job.
A bit of a laugh for a couple of bob.
[Em] Now it's all he's got [Bm] because his crops all [Em] died from thirst.
[D] So he spent his savings on cattle and sheep.
[A] He got some credit, got in too [Em] deep, but stock won't [Bm] graze on pastures [Em] turned to salt.
[D] And then he tried to get work as a travelling [A] man, selling all his products from the back of his [Em] van.
But the cockies all [A] shop in town, [D] things are cheap.
[Bm] And the old men in the public [A] bar talk of floods and droughts before.
[Bm] The night [G] goes on and the [D] conversations die.
[Bm] But the battlers don't give up.
[A] It's written on their [D] hands and in their [G] eyes.
[Em] [A]
And the spirit of the [D] land survives.
[Gbm] [Em] [A]
[D] The school's all run down.
[A] The roof's rusted and the paint's peeling.
[Em] The playground's just [Bm] a dust bowl.
[Em] Not a spot of green.
[D] But kids still kick their footballs, sending [A] dust clouds to the sun.
[Em] And it's good to know [Bm] that drought can't spoil [Em] the fun.
And [D] the cricketers lounge late at night.
Where the cockies talk and [A] the shearers fight.
[Em] And their wives drink [Bm] shanties as they'll be driving [Em] home.
[D] The talk centres round the price of wheat.
[A] The lack of rain and the lack of sleep.
[Em] Is credit stretched and [A] it won't stretch [D] anymore.
And [Bm] the old men in [G] the public bar [A] talk of floods and droughts [D] before.
[Bm] The night goes on and the conversations [D] die.
[Bm] But the battlers [G] don't give up.
[A] It's written [D] on their hands and [G] in their eyes.
[D]
[Em] And [Bm] the old [G] men in the public [A] bar talk of floods and [D] droughts before.
[Bm] The night [G] goes on and the [D] conversations die.
[Bm] But the battlers [G] don't give up.
[A] It's written [D] on their hands and in [G] their eyes.
[D]
[Em] [A] And the spirit of the land [D]
survives.
[A] [Em] [D]
[Ab] Here's a [Em] song for all those men and women who live and [G] work on the land, day in, day
out, through the floods, through the bushfires and through the droughts.
This one's [D] called The Spirit of the Land.
Two, three, and the old men in the public bar [E] talk of floods and droughts before.
[G] The night goes on and the conversations die.
But the battlers don't give up.
It's written on their hands and in their [B] [Em]
eyes.
[A] [D] The rivers are dry across the land and [A] the farmers' fields have turned to sand
because the rain [Bm] hasn't come for two years, [Em] almost three.
[D] The topsoil's gone with a hot north wind.
[A] The crops won't grow [A] and rust's set in and [Em] the cruel south wind [A] of winter brought no [D] relief.
And [Bm] the old men [G] in the public bar [A] talk of floods and [D] droughts before.
[Bm] The night goes on [G] and the conversations [D] die.
[B] But the battlers [G] don't give up.
[A] It's written [D] on their hands and [G] in their eyes.
[D] [Em]
[A] And the spirit of the [D] land survives.
And on Saturday nights at the Royal [A] Hotel, Hank the Dutchman plays guitar.
[Em] He sings country and [Bm] western favourites [Em] and requests.
[D]
It used to be his [E] second job.
A bit of a laugh for a couple of bob.
[Em] Now it's all he's got [Bm] because his crops all [Em] died from thirst.
[D] So he spent his savings on cattle and sheep.
[A] He got some credit, got in too [Em] deep, but stock won't [Bm] graze on pastures [Em] turned to salt.
[D] And then he tried to get work as a travelling [A] man, selling all his products from the back of his [Em] van.
But the cockies all [A] shop in town, [D] things are cheap.
[Bm] And the old men in the public [A] bar talk of floods and droughts before.
[Bm] The night [G] goes on and the [D] conversations die.
[Bm] But the battlers don't give up.
[A] It's written on their [D] hands and in their [G] eyes.
[Em] [A]
And the spirit of the [D] land survives.
[Gbm] [Em] [A]
[D] The school's all run down.
[A] The roof's rusted and the paint's peeling.
[Em] The playground's just [Bm] a dust bowl.
[Em] Not a spot of green.
[D] But kids still kick their footballs, sending [A] dust clouds to the sun.
[Em] And it's good to know [Bm] that drought can't spoil [Em] the fun.
And [D] the cricketers lounge late at night.
Where the cockies talk and [A] the shearers fight.
[Em] And their wives drink [Bm] shanties as they'll be driving [Em] home.
[D] The talk centres round the price of wheat.
[A] The lack of rain and the lack of sleep.
[Em] Is credit stretched and [A] it won't stretch [D] anymore.
And [Bm] the old men in [G] the public bar [A] talk of floods and droughts [D] before.
[Bm] The night goes on and the conversations [D] die.
[Bm] But the battlers [G] don't give up.
[A] It's written [D] on their hands and [G] in their eyes.
[D]
[Em] And [Bm] the old [G] men in the public [A] bar talk of floods and [D] droughts before.
[Bm] The night [G] goes on and the [D] conversations die.
[Bm] But the battlers [G] don't give up.
[A] It's written [D] on their hands and in [G] their eyes.
[D]
[Em] [A] And the spirit of the land [D]
survives.
[A] [Em] [D]
Key:
D
A
Em
Bm
G
D
A
Em
_ _ _ _ _ _ Thank you [Bb] and welcome [G] to a night of Australian music [E] under the Brisbane stars.
[Ab] Here's a [Em] song for all those men and women who live and [G] work on the land, day in, day
out, through the floods, through the bushfires and through the droughts.
This one's [D] called The Spirit of the Land.
Two, three, and the old men in the public bar [E] talk of floods and droughts before.
[G] The night goes on and the conversations die.
_ But the battlers don't give up.
It's written on their hands and in their [B] _ _ [Em] _
eyes.
[A] _ [D] The rivers are dry across the land and [A] the farmers' fields have turned to sand
because the rain [Bm] hasn't come for two years, [Em] almost three.
_ [D] The topsoil's gone with a hot north wind.
[A] The crops won't grow [A] and rust's set in and [Em] the cruel south wind [A] of winter brought no [D] relief. _
And [Bm] the old men [G] in the public bar [A] talk of floods and [D] droughts before.
[Bm] The night goes on [G] and the conversations [D] die.
_ [B] But the battlers [G] don't give up.
[A] It's written [D] on their hands and [G] in their eyes.
[D] _ _ [Em] _ _
[A] _ And the spirit of the [D] land survives. _
And on Saturday nights at the Royal [A] Hotel, Hank the Dutchman plays guitar.
[Em] He sings country and [Bm] western favourites [Em] and requests.
_ [D]
It used to be his [E] second job.
A bit of a laugh for a couple of bob.
[Em] Now it's all he's got [Bm] because his crops all [Em] died from thirst. _
[D] So he spent his savings on cattle and sheep.
[A] He got some credit, got in too [Em] deep, but stock won't [Bm] graze on pastures [Em] turned to salt. _
[D] And then he tried to get work as a travelling [A] man, selling all his products from the back of his [Em] van.
But the cockies all [A] shop in town, [D] things are cheap. _
[Bm] And the old men in the public [A] bar talk of floods and droughts before.
[Bm] The night [G] goes on and the [D] conversations die. _
[Bm] But the battlers don't give up.
[A] It's written on their [D] hands and in their [G] _ eyes.
[Em] _ _ _ [A] _
And the spirit of the [D] land survives. _ _ _ _
_ _ [Gbm] _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ The school's all run down.
[A] The roof's rusted and the paint's peeling.
[Em] The playground's just [Bm] a dust bowl.
[Em] Not a spot of green.
[D] But kids still kick their footballs, sending [A] dust clouds to the sun.
[Em] And it's good to know [Bm] that drought can't spoil [Em] the fun.
_ And [D] the cricketers lounge late at night.
Where the cockies talk and [A] the shearers fight.
[Em] And their wives drink [Bm] shanties as they'll be driving [Em] home.
_ _ [D] The talk centres round the price of wheat.
[A] The lack of rain and the lack of sleep.
[Em] Is credit stretched and [A] it won't stretch [D] anymore.
_ And [Bm] the old men in [G] the public bar [A] talk of floods and droughts [D] before.
[Bm] The night goes on and the conversations [D] die.
_ [Bm] But the battlers [G] don't give up.
[A] It's written [D] on their hands and [G] in their eyes.
[D] _ _
[Em] _ _ And [Bm] the old [G] men in the public [A] bar talk of floods and [D] droughts before.
[Bm] The night [G] goes on and the [D] conversations die.
_ _ [Bm] But the battlers [G] don't give up.
[A] It's written [D] on their hands and in [G] their eyes.
[D] _
_ [Em] _ _ [A] _ And the spirit of the land [D]
survives.
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
[Ab] Here's a [Em] song for all those men and women who live and [G] work on the land, day in, day
out, through the floods, through the bushfires and through the droughts.
This one's [D] called The Spirit of the Land.
Two, three, and the old men in the public bar [E] talk of floods and droughts before.
[G] The night goes on and the conversations die.
_ But the battlers don't give up.
It's written on their hands and in their [B] _ _ [Em] _
eyes.
[A] _ [D] The rivers are dry across the land and [A] the farmers' fields have turned to sand
because the rain [Bm] hasn't come for two years, [Em] almost three.
_ [D] The topsoil's gone with a hot north wind.
[A] The crops won't grow [A] and rust's set in and [Em] the cruel south wind [A] of winter brought no [D] relief. _
And [Bm] the old men [G] in the public bar [A] talk of floods and [D] droughts before.
[Bm] The night goes on [G] and the conversations [D] die.
_ [B] But the battlers [G] don't give up.
[A] It's written [D] on their hands and [G] in their eyes.
[D] _ _ [Em] _ _
[A] _ And the spirit of the [D] land survives. _
And on Saturday nights at the Royal [A] Hotel, Hank the Dutchman plays guitar.
[Em] He sings country and [Bm] western favourites [Em] and requests.
_ [D]
It used to be his [E] second job.
A bit of a laugh for a couple of bob.
[Em] Now it's all he's got [Bm] because his crops all [Em] died from thirst. _
[D] So he spent his savings on cattle and sheep.
[A] He got some credit, got in too [Em] deep, but stock won't [Bm] graze on pastures [Em] turned to salt. _
[D] And then he tried to get work as a travelling [A] man, selling all his products from the back of his [Em] van.
But the cockies all [A] shop in town, [D] things are cheap. _
[Bm] And the old men in the public [A] bar talk of floods and droughts before.
[Bm] The night [G] goes on and the [D] conversations die. _
[Bm] But the battlers don't give up.
[A] It's written on their [D] hands and in their [G] _ eyes.
[Em] _ _ _ [A] _
And the spirit of the [D] land survives. _ _ _ _
_ _ [Gbm] _ _ [Em] _ _ [A] _ _
[D] _ _ _ The school's all run down.
[A] The roof's rusted and the paint's peeling.
[Em] The playground's just [Bm] a dust bowl.
[Em] Not a spot of green.
[D] But kids still kick their footballs, sending [A] dust clouds to the sun.
[Em] And it's good to know [Bm] that drought can't spoil [Em] the fun.
_ And [D] the cricketers lounge late at night.
Where the cockies talk and [A] the shearers fight.
[Em] And their wives drink [Bm] shanties as they'll be driving [Em] home.
_ _ [D] The talk centres round the price of wheat.
[A] The lack of rain and the lack of sleep.
[Em] Is credit stretched and [A] it won't stretch [D] anymore.
_ And [Bm] the old men in [G] the public bar [A] talk of floods and droughts [D] before.
[Bm] The night goes on and the conversations [D] die.
_ [Bm] But the battlers [G] don't give up.
[A] It's written [D] on their hands and [G] in their eyes.
[D] _ _
[Em] _ _ And [Bm] the old [G] men in the public [A] bar talk of floods and [D] droughts before.
[Bm] The night [G] goes on and the [D] conversations die.
_ _ [Bm] But the battlers [G] don't give up.
[A] It's written [D] on their hands and in [G] their eyes.
[D] _
_ [Em] _ _ [A] _ And the spirit of the land [D]
survives.
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ [Em] _ _ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _