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