Chords for Ted Egan-sings Drover's boy..mp4
Tempo:
95.025 bpm
Chords used:
G
F
C
Eb
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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They couldn't understand why the drover cried as they buried the [G] drover's boy
For the drover had always seemed so hard to the men in his [G] employ
A balding horse and a stirrup lost and the drover's boy was dead
The shoveled dirt, a mumbled word and it's back to the road ahead
Don't forget about the [F] drover's boy
[G] They couldn't understand why the drover cut a lock of the dead boy's hair
He put it in the band of his battered old hat as they watched him standing there
And he told them, [C] take the cattle on, I'll sit with the boy a while
A silent thought, a piped smoke and it's right another mile
And forget about the drover's boy
Oh, they [F] couldn't understand why the drover and the boy had always camped so far away
[G] For the tall white man and the slim black boy had never had much to say
And the boy would be gone at break of dawn, tail the horses, carry on
While the drover roused the sleeping men, daylight, hit the road again
And follow the drover's boy, follow the drover's boy
Eee da da da [Eb] dee da da da dum da da da dum
La da dee da dee dee dee dee dee dee
Boom, boom boom, boom boom, boom boom
In the Camel Wheel pub they talked about the death of the drover's boy
They drank their rum with a stranger who'd come from a Kimberley rum [G] Fitzroy
And he told of the massacre in the West, various details, guess the rest
Shoot the bucks, grab a gin, cut her hair, break her in and call her a boy
The drover's boy, call her a boy, the drover's boy
Eee da da da [G] dee da da da dum da da da dum
So when they build that Stockman's Hall of Fame and they talk about the droving game
Remember the girl who was bedmate and guide, rode with the drover side by side
Watched the bullocks, laid the hide, faithful wife but never a bride
Bred his sons for the cattle runs, don't weep for the drover's boy
Don't mourn for the drover's boy, but don't forget
[N]
Eee da da da [Am] dee da da da dum da da da dum
La da da da dum, la da da da dum
For the drover had always seemed so hard to the men in his [G] employ
A balding horse and a stirrup lost and the drover's boy was dead
The shoveled dirt, a mumbled word and it's back to the road ahead
Don't forget about the [F] drover's boy
[G] They couldn't understand why the drover cut a lock of the dead boy's hair
He put it in the band of his battered old hat as they watched him standing there
And he told them, [C] take the cattle on, I'll sit with the boy a while
A silent thought, a piped smoke and it's right another mile
And forget about the drover's boy
Oh, they [F] couldn't understand why the drover and the boy had always camped so far away
[G] For the tall white man and the slim black boy had never had much to say
And the boy would be gone at break of dawn, tail the horses, carry on
While the drover roused the sleeping men, daylight, hit the road again
And follow the drover's boy, follow the drover's boy
Eee da da da [Eb] dee da da da dum da da da dum
La da dee da dee dee dee dee dee dee
Boom, boom boom, boom boom, boom boom
In the Camel Wheel pub they talked about the death of the drover's boy
They drank their rum with a stranger who'd come from a Kimberley rum [G] Fitzroy
And he told of the massacre in the West, various details, guess the rest
Shoot the bucks, grab a gin, cut her hair, break her in and call her a boy
The drover's boy, call her a boy, the drover's boy
Eee da da da [G] dee da da da dum da da da dum
So when they build that Stockman's Hall of Fame and they talk about the droving game
Remember the girl who was bedmate and guide, rode with the drover side by side
Watched the bullocks, laid the hide, faithful wife but never a bride
Bred his sons for the cattle runs, don't weep for the drover's boy
Don't mourn for the drover's boy, but don't forget
[N]
Eee da da da [Am] dee da da da dum da da da dum
La da da da dum, la da da da dum
Key:
G
F
C
Eb
Am
G
F
C
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
They couldn't understand why the drover cried as they buried the [G] drover's boy
_ _ _ _ _ For the drover had always seemed so hard to the men in his [G] employ _ _
_ _ _ A balding horse and a stirrup lost and the drover's boy was dead
_ The shoveled dirt, a mumbled word and it's back to the road ahead
Don't forget about the [F] drover's boy _ _ _ _ _
[G] They couldn't understand why the drover cut a lock of the dead boy's hair
He put it in the band of his battered old hat as they watched him standing there
And he told them, [C] take the cattle on, I'll sit with the boy a while
A silent thought, a piped smoke and it's right another mile
And forget about the drover's boy _ _ _ _
Oh, they [F] couldn't understand why the drover and the boy had always camped so far away
[G] _ For the tall white man and the slim black boy had never had much to say
_ And the boy would be gone at break of dawn, tail the horses, carry on
While the drover roused the sleeping men, daylight, hit the road again
And follow the drover's boy, _ follow the drover's _ boy
_ Eee da da da [Eb] dee da da da dum da da da dum
_ La da dee da dee dee dee dee dee dee
Boom, _ boom boom, _ boom boom, _ boom boom
In the Camel Wheel pub they talked about the death of the drover's boy
They drank their rum with a stranger who'd come from a Kimberley rum [G] Fitzroy _
And he told of the massacre in the West, various details, guess the rest
Shoot the bucks, grab a gin, cut her hair, break her in and call her a boy
The drover's boy, _ call her a boy, the drover's boy _ _ _
Eee da da da [G] dee da da da dum da da da dum
_ So when they build that Stockman's Hall of Fame and they talk about the droving game
Remember the girl who was bedmate and guide, rode with the drover side by side
Watched the bullocks, laid the hide, faithful wife but never a bride
Bred his sons for the cattle runs, don't weep for the drover's boy _ _
Don't mourn for the drover's boy, but don't forget
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Eee da da da [Am] dee da da da dum da da da dum
La da da da dum, la da da da dum _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
They couldn't understand why the drover cried as they buried the [G] drover's boy
_ _ _ _ _ For the drover had always seemed so hard to the men in his [G] employ _ _
_ _ _ A balding horse and a stirrup lost and the drover's boy was dead
_ The shoveled dirt, a mumbled word and it's back to the road ahead
Don't forget about the [F] drover's boy _ _ _ _ _
[G] They couldn't understand why the drover cut a lock of the dead boy's hair
He put it in the band of his battered old hat as they watched him standing there
And he told them, [C] take the cattle on, I'll sit with the boy a while
A silent thought, a piped smoke and it's right another mile
And forget about the drover's boy _ _ _ _
Oh, they [F] couldn't understand why the drover and the boy had always camped so far away
[G] _ For the tall white man and the slim black boy had never had much to say
_ And the boy would be gone at break of dawn, tail the horses, carry on
While the drover roused the sleeping men, daylight, hit the road again
And follow the drover's boy, _ follow the drover's _ boy
_ Eee da da da [Eb] dee da da da dum da da da dum
_ La da dee da dee dee dee dee dee dee
Boom, _ boom boom, _ boom boom, _ boom boom
In the Camel Wheel pub they talked about the death of the drover's boy
They drank their rum with a stranger who'd come from a Kimberley rum [G] Fitzroy _
And he told of the massacre in the West, various details, guess the rest
Shoot the bucks, grab a gin, cut her hair, break her in and call her a boy
The drover's boy, _ call her a boy, the drover's boy _ _ _
Eee da da da [G] dee da da da dum da da da dum
_ So when they build that Stockman's Hall of Fame and they talk about the droving game
Remember the girl who was bedmate and guide, rode with the drover side by side
Watched the bullocks, laid the hide, faithful wife but never a bride
Bred his sons for the cattle runs, don't weep for the drover's boy _ _
Don't mourn for the drover's boy, but don't forget
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Eee da da da [Am] dee da da da dum da da da dum
La da da da dum, la da da da dum _
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