Аккорды Slim Dusty - Grandfather Johnson

|| Chords are relative to the guitar being a half step tuned down. Key of C# but played in D.

[Intro]
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Friends, most of my bush ballads are based on true stories.
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I'd like to sing for you now a story that is 100% true,
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Because I know the family that grandfather Johnson lived with.
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And like most bush ballads and story songs,
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these ballads explain themselves as they move along.
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Here is the true story of Grandfather Johnson.

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[Verse 1]
D                          G
Grandfather Johnson was an old blackman
       D                  A7
From a real proud race of men
     D                            G
When he was a child he heard them tell of butcher's creek
        E                  A7
And the story was old even then.
                                D
How the white man came and took over the land
                                         G
And the blood of the blackman mixed with white
                              D
But Grandfather Johnson was a fullblood man,
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Proud of his people and their rights.

[Verse 2]
    D                         G
Now Grandfather Johnson was a tribal man
   D                        A7
He knew all the old hunting ways
        D                                 G
He knew how to wield the nulla, throw the killer boomerang
         E                           A7
And he'd entertain the tourists everyday.
                              D
And Grandfather Johnson had a brand new suit
                               G
A new hat for his snowy headed crown
                                D
But whenever the tourists were about to arrive
         A7                          D
He would change into his old hand me downs.

[Verse 3]
       D                             G
When I asked him the reason he said "Son you ought to know
       D                                   A7
My old working clothes look better for the part.
             D                          G
I'm just old Grandfather Johnson making boomerangs for sale
         E                                 A7
I'd lose business if I went around looking smart."
                               D
So he sold them boomerangs and taught them to throw
                                               G
And they bragged for months of seeing the real thing
                                             D
When they'd gone Grandpa dressed up took his money from a bag
                                          D
And smiled as he paid cash for a new gold ring.

[Interlude]
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[Verse 4]
          D                G
He would always bail me up when we met in town
         D                           A7
And he'd bite me for some money or a smoke
         D                             G
Oh but I can't forget the day I had to tell Grandfather
      E                      A7
I was sorry but I was stoney broke.
                                   D
He just nodded and emptied out his pockets
                                 G
The notes and the silver flowed apace
                                         D
With a twinkle in his eye, he shoved the money in my hand
    A7                          D
And laughed at the look upon my face.

[Verse 5]
     D                            G
Well grandfather Johnson died one year on walkabout
     D                         A7
In a strange land alone in the dark
D                      G
No one new his name or knew from where he came
          E                                      A7
They just found him dead one morning in the park.
                                     D
And they buried Grandpa Johnson as a pauper,
                                       G
It was months and months before I even knew
                                D
I gave his money to the hungry, clothes to the poor
        A7                  D
And his story I'm giving to you,

[Tag]
        A7                  D
And his story I'm giving to you.