Аккорды Slim Dusty - Medley

[Intro]
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Charley
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[Verse]
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I was talkin' to a Swaggie yesterday
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His beard was long his hair was silver grey
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His dress was out of style, but he wore a friendly smile
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And here is what the old man had to say

[Verse]
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"You may think me most unusual my boy
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When I tell ya straight that I am stoney broke
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I've tramped from year to year, and I'll drink all kinds of beer
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But I must have good terbaccy when I smoke"

[Verse]
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"Now I'll show ya this here old terbacca tin
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Oh, the paint is gone, the sides are dinted in
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But it's opened many a bottle in it's wild and chequered life
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And to me it has always been a friend"

[Verse]
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"Now when finally, I reach the golden gates
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Oh, they say St. Peter, he's a decent bloke
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If I'm taken with the blessed this will be my last request
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Oh, I must have good terbaccy when I smoke. Hey.

[Interlude]
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  Now heres one that really started it all off for me.

[Verse]
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Let me wander north to the homestead
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Way out further on there to roam
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By a gully in flood let me linger
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When the summery sunshine has flown
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Where the logs tangle up on the creek beds
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And clouds veil the old northern sky
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And the cattle move back from the lowlands
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When the rain tumbles down in July.

[Verse]
    A        E          A         A7
The sleeping gums on the hillside
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Awaken to herds straying by
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From the flats where the fences have vanished
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As the storm clouds gather on high
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The drover draws rein by the river
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And its years since he's seen it so high
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Yes, and that’s just a story of Homewood
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When the rain tumbles down in July.

[Interlude]
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             Hey
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     Thank you.

[Verse]
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Tall and freckled and sandy
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Face of a country lout
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This was the picture of Andy
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Middleton's rouseabout
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Type of a coming nation
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In a land of cattle and sheep
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He worked on Middleton's station
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For a pound a week and his keep

[Verse]
   E           B7     E
On Middleton's wide dominions
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Plied the stockwhip and shears
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And he uh, hadn't any opinions
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and he hadn't any ideas
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Swiftly the years went over
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And liquor and drought prevailed
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And Middleton, he went as a drover ya know
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After his station had failed.

[Verse]
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And now on his own dominions
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We works with his overseers
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And he still hasn't any opinions ya know
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and he hasn't any ideas

[Interlude]
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Thank you very much.
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Appreicate it.           Hey

[Verse]
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Trumby was a ringer, a good one too at that
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He could ride and rake a twister throw a rope and fancy plait
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He could counter line a saddle, track a man lost in the night
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Trumby was a good boy, but he couldn't read or write.

[Verse]
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Trumby was dependable, he never took to beer
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The boss admired him so much one day made him overseer
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Oh, it never went to Trumby's head, he didn't boast or skite
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Trumby was a good boy but he couldn't read or write. Hey

[Verse]
D                      A7
Trumby was a ringer, a good one too at that
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He could ride and rake a twister throw a rope and fancy plait
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And of times I think how sad it is in this world with all its might
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That a man like Trumby met his death cause he couldn't read or write.

[Tag]
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couldn't read or write.
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couldn't read or write. Hey

[Interlude]
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Thank you. Here's a little classy piece. A bit of substance in this one.

[Verse]
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Now the Drover's cook weighted fifteen stone, and he had one bloodshot eye
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He had no laces in his boots and no buttons on his fly
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His pants hung loosely round his hips, hitched by a piece of wire
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and they concertinaed round his boots, in a way that you'd admire

[Verse]
         G                                                    D
Well, he stuck the billy on the boil and then emptied out his pipe
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and with his greasy shirt sleeve, he gave his nose a wipe
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And with pipe in mouth, he mixed the sod, and a drip hung from his chin
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And as he mixed the damper up, the drip kept dripping in

[Verse]
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I walked quietly over to him, and I said "Toss that mixture out,
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And in future when you're working, keep your pipe out of your mouth"
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Oh, I stood erect tonight, me, with such a dirty look
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And he said in choice Australian, "ah, get another bloody cook!" Hey

[Interlude]
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Thank you very much. Here's a, here's a very sad, dry ballad.

[Verse]
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Oh, it's a-lonesome away from your kindred and all
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By the campfire at night, where the wild dingoes call
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But there's a-nothing so lonesome, morbid, or drear
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Then to stand in the bar of a Pub with No Beer

[Verse]
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Now the publican's anxious for the quoter to come
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And there's a faraway look on the face of the bum
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The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
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Oh, what a terrible place is a Pub with No Beer

[Verse]
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And Old Billy the Blacksmith, the first time in his life
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Why he's gone home cold sober, to his darling wife
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he walks in the kitchen, she says "You're early Bill, dear"
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But then he breaks down and tells her, "It's too bloody dear" Hey.

[Verse]
           C                       F
So, it's a lonesome away from your kindred and all
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By the campfire at night, where the wild dingoes call
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But there's a-nothing so lonesome, morbid, or drear
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Then to stand in the bar of that Pub With-a No Beer