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A Pub With No Beer

Gordon Parsons and Dan Sheahan

3:4 Key:G

It's [G]lonesome away from your [C]kindred and all
By the [D]camp fire at night where the wild dingoes [G]call,
But there's nothing so lonesome so [C]morbid or [Am]drear
Than to [D]stand in the bar of a pub with no [G]beer.

Now the [G]publican's anxious for the [C]quota to come
There's a [D]far away look on the face of the [G]bum
The bar maid's all cranky and the [C]cook's acting [Am]queer
What a [D]terrible place is a pub with no [G]beer.

The [G]stock-man rides up with his [C]dry dusty throat
He breasts [D]up to the bar, pulls a wad from his [G]coat,
But the smile on his face quickly [C]turns to a [Am]sneer,
When the [D]barman said sadly the pub's got no [G]beer.

The [G]swaggie comes in smothered in [C]dust and flies
He throws [D]down his roll and rubs the sweat from his [G]eyes
But when he is told he says [C]What's this I [Am]hear
I've trudged [D]50 flipping* miles to a pub with no [G]beer

There's a [G]dog on the v'randa-h for his [C]master he waits
But the [D]boss is inside drinking wine with his [G]mates
He hurries for cover and [C]cringes in [Am]fear
It's no [D]place for a dog round a pub with no [G]beer.

Old [G]Billy the blacksmith first [C]time in his life
Has [D]gone home cold sober to his darling [G]wife,
He walks in the kitchen, she says you're [C]early Bill [Am]dear,
But he [D]breaks down and tells her the pub's got no [G]beer.

It's [G]lonesome away from your [C]kindred and all
By the [D]camp fire at night where the wild dingoes [G]call,
But there's nothing so lonesome so [C]morbid or [Am]drear
Than to [D]stand in the bar of a pub with no [G]beer.

* or expletive of your choice.





Added or amended 20th March 2016
Reproduced soley for
educational purposes


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