Аккорды Slim Dusty - The Decimal Currency Pub

[Intro]
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[Verse]
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Snowy Jackson was a ringer from the outback settlement
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How could he know we changed over to the dollar and the cent?
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It was fifteen months or over since money he had spent
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So, we thought its time he headed where his elbow could be bent.

[Interlude]
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He was bent alright. He really got himself twisted.

[Verse]
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Now the pub looked real inviting as the town came into view
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It had seen a lot of fighting since the days when it was new
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Snowy hoped those days were over he was a now a peaceful bloke
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All he wanted was to drink with mates and to have a quiet smoke.

[Interlude]
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But things never turned out that way.

[Verse]
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When the barmaid said a dollar, for a round of sparkling beer
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He thought she was mistaken, or she must be going queer
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Thinking five bob was a dollar and her adding rather strange
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He handed her the money and said, "honey, keep the change."

[Interlude]
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Keep the change,  this is where the situation changed.

[Verse]
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She grabbed by the collar and said "now come on son,
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You heard me say a dollar now I've got no time for your   fun"
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The bouncer came at Snowy, and he landed in a pile
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It sort of came from nowhere and it sort of cramped his style.

[Interlude]
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He was now a mangled mass.

[Verse]
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The barmaid must be crazy, and the bouncer must be mad
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he reckoned that the trouncing was the worst he'd ever had
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He picked himself up later just to make his way back home
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He said at least that’s one place where I'm safe and I'm alone.

[Interlude]
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Ah well,  here’s the payoff.

[Verse]
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Before he trudged on homeward, a notice caught his eye
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what it had to say would be enough to make a ringer cry
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It was written in plain English he though well here’s the rub
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I didn't know that I'd been inside a decimal currency pub.

[Verse]
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Now the old days are gone with the pounds and the pence
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We now shout for mates with dollars and cents
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But we fondly recall, the old days round here
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When we lined up together at the pub with no beer.