Аккорды Slim Dusty - The Brass Well

Chords relative to capo 2.

[Intro]
C      G
       C

[Verse 1]
         C                                             G
'Tis the legend of the bushmen from the days of Cunningham,
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When he opened up the country and the early squatters came.
                                                    G
Tis the old tale of a fortune missed by men who did seek,
                                                            C
And, perhaps, you haven't heard it, the Brass Well on Myall Creek.

[Interlude]
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[Verse 2]
          D                                                      A7
They were north of running rivers, they were south of Queensland rains,
                                                               D
And a blazing drought was scorching every grass-blade from the plains;
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So the stockmen drove the cattle to the range where there was grass,
                                                          D
And a couple sunk a well and found what they believed was brass.

[Interlude]
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[Verse 3]
             C                                                        G
'Here's some bloomin' brass!' they muttered when they found it in the clay,
                                                         C
And they thought no more about it and in time they went away;
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But they heard of gold, and saw it, somewhere down by Inverell,
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And they felt and weighed it, crying: 'Hell! we found it in the well!'

[Instrumental]
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        C
C       G
        C

[Verse 4]
         C                                                   G
And they worked about the station and at times they took the track,
                                                   C
Always meaning to save money, always meaning to go back
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'Always meanin',' like the bushmen, who go drifting round like wrecks,
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And they'd get halfway to Myall, strike a pub and blow their cheques.

[Interlude]
C    D

[Verse 5]
          D                                               A7
Then they told two more about it and those other two grew old,
                                                             D
And they never found the brass well and they never found the gold.
                                                               A7
For the scrub grows dense and quickly and, though many went to seek,
                                                       D
No one ever struck the lost track to the Well on Myall Creek.

[Verse 6]
        D                                         A7
And the story is forgotten and I'm sitting here, alas!
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With a woeful load of trouble and a woeful lack of brass;
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But I dream at times that I might find what many went to seek,
                           D                A7            D
That my luck might lead my footsteps to the Well on Myall Creek.

[Verse 7]
         D                                             A7
'Tis the legend of the bushmen from the days of Cunningham,
                                                      D
When he opened up the country and the early squatters came.
                                                    G
Tis the old tale of a fortune missed by men who did seek,
                          D                   A7            D
And, perhaps, you haven't heard it, The Brass Well on Myall Creek.

[Outro]
        G                 D                   A7            D       A7  D  G  D
And, perhaps, you haven't heard it, The Brass Well on Myall Creek.