To Whom It May Concern Chords by Slim Dusty

[Eb] I'd like to do a [N] song now and this one I recorded and released about 16 or 17 years ago.
There's a bit of a debate about that but it doesn't matter because I'm going to do it again here tonight on tape
and I think it's more applicable today.
And once again this is in defence of the poor old rural section and [A] all my mates out [D] there. _
Let's hope a few people in power can take a [Ab] bit of notice to some of these songs.
We call this one To Whom It [A] May Concern.
Hey! _ _
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_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ Well you're sitting [G] in your padded swivel [D] chair
In your air-conditioned office on [G] the Strand
With [A] your secretary beside you, and computers there to guide you
And you've only got a biro in [D] your hand
And [G] you're making big decisions by the hour
And [E] your little brain is working overtime _ _
[A] You know everything with no one, but your ignorance is showing
When it comes to dirty hand or [D] sweat and dry _
And you try to [G] tell us how to [D] run our farm _
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 _
[A] And 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 roughing hard _
[A] Sinking postals by the hour, straining wire until you're sour
And your hands are cut to pieces [D] by the bar
[A] Oh
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would you like to [A] take a turn at handling [E] stock? _
In a hot and dusty yard you [A] work till late _
[B] With the mob of ball and breeders trying to draft that stupid weenage
With a jackaroo a-trying [E] to work the gate
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But I don't think you'd fit in the country life _
[Gb] You've 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 where [E] you belong _
Have you ever [A] worked a track day [E] and night _
For weeks without a moment [A] to relax? _
[B] Trying to earn an honest quid to feed the missus and the kids
Then lose a blasted lot in [E] income tax
Do [A] you really know what's happening way out there? _
[Gb] 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
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