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Pub With No Beer by Slim Dusty
Pub With No Beer
D E7
Oh it's lonesome away from your kindred and all
A7 D
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
E7
But there's nothin' so lonesome, morbid or drear
A7 D
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer
The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
When the barman says sadly: "The pub's got no beer!"
Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies
He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told he says, "What's this I hear?
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!"
There's a dog on the verandah, for his master he waits
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer
Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, Bill dear"
Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer
So it's lonesome away from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
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version 2
Standard Tuning
Time signature: 3/4 Approx. 110bpm
Each chord goes for 2 bars (6 beats) except the G* and C* which go for 1 bar each (3 beats)
Between verses, the C can be strummed at length as desired
Verse 1
C F
Oh it's lonesome away from your kindred and all
G G* C*
By the campfire at night where the wild dingoes call
C F
But there's nothin' so lonesome, morbid or drear
G G* C
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
Verse 2
C F
Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come
G G* C*
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum
C F
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer
G G* C
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer
Verse 3
C F
The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat
G G* C*
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat
C F
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
G G* C
When the barman says sadly, 'The pub's got no beer'
Verse 4
C F
Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies
G G* C*
He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes
C F
But when he is told he says, 'What's this I hear?
G G* C
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!'
Verse 5
C F
There's a dog on the v'randah, for his master he waits
G G* C*
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
C F
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear
G G* C
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer
Verse 6
C F
Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life
G G* C*
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife
C F
He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, my dear"
G G* C
Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer
Verse 1 (repeat)
C F
So it's lonesome away from your kindred and all
G G* C*
By the campfire at night where the wild dingoes call
C F
But there's nothin' so lonesome, morbid or drear
G G* C
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
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