Аккорды Slim Dusty - Peter Anderson & Co

Chords relative to Capo 1.

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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He had offices in Sydney, many years ago,
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And his shingle bore the legend, `Peter Anderson and Co.’.
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But his real name was Careless, as the fellows understood
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And his relatives decided that he wasn’t any good.
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‘Twas their gentle tongues that blasted any `character’ he had
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He was fond of beer and leisure and the Co. was just as bad.
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It was limited in number to a unit, was the Co.
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‘Twas a bosom chum of Peter and his Christian name was Joe.

[Verse 2]
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Oh, The office was their haven, for they lived there when hard-up
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A `daily’ for a tablecloth, a jam tin for a cup.
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If perchance the landlord’s bailiff happened round in times like these
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Just to seized the office-fittings. well, there wasn’t much to seize
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And when morning brought the bailiff, there’d be nothing to be seen
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Save a piece of bevelled cedar where the tenant’s plate had been.
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And there’d be no sign of Peter and there’d be no sign of Joe
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But another portal boasted, `Peter Anderson and Co.’

[Verse 3]
      C                              G
Peter always met you smiling, always seemed to know you well,
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Always gay and glad to see you, always had a joke to tell.
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He could laugh when all was gloomy, he could grin when all was blue,
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Sing a comic song and act it, and appreciate one, too.
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Glorious, drunk and happy, till they heard the rooster’s crow
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But the landlady and neighbours made complaints about the Co.
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But that life it might be likened to a reckless drinking-song,
       G                             F            C
But it couldn’t last forever, and it never lasted long.

[Interlude]
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[Verse 4]
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Debt-collecting ruined Peter, people talked him round too oft,
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For his heart was soft as butter and the Co.’s was just as soft.
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But, of course, it wasn’t business only Peter’s careless way.
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And perhaps it pays in heaven, but on earth it doesn’t pay.
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They got harder up than ever, and, to make it worse, the Co.
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Went more often round the corner than was good for him to go.
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`I might live,’ he said to Peter, `but I haven’t got the nerve
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I am going, Peter, going, going no reserve.'

[Verse 5]
      C                                   G
Peter mourned his buried comrade, feeling beaten and bereft,
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paid the undertaker cash and then got drunk on what was left.
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Then he shed some tears, half-maudlin, on the grave where lay the Co.,
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And he drifted to a township where the city failures go.
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In a town of wrecks and failures they appreciated him.
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Men who might have been, who had been, but who were not in the swim.
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They would ask him who the Co. was, that queer company he kept
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And he’d always answer vaguely he would say his partner slept.

[Verse 6]
        C                                G
That he had a `sleeping partner’ jesting while his spirit broke
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And they grinned above their glasses, for they took it for a joke.
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Till at last there came a morning when his smile was seen no more
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He was gone from out the office, and his shingle from the door,
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And a boundary-rider jogging out across the neighb’ring run
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Was attracted by a something that was blazing in the sun.
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And he found that it was Peter, lying peacefully at rest,
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With a bottle close beside him and the shingle on his breast.

[Outro]
            C                  G
Yes, He had offices in Sydney, many years ago
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And his shingle bore the legend, `Peter Anderson and Co.’,