Slim Dusty - Send Er Down Hughie Chords

[Intro]
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Oh, the radio tells me it's raining
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But that I can see for myself.
 
And they tell me a cyclone is coming
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Oh, I surely could do with some help.
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This little old shovel I'm holding,
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Looks puny beside this big Mac.
                                 C
She's down to the diff and still going
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And there's only more mud up the track.
 
[Verse]
 
         C
Oh, I've revved and I've rocked and reversed it,
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Oh, I've dug at the mud on the wheels,
 
I've kicked and I've swore, and I've cursed it,
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And to the good Lord I've appealed.
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But the line up to heaven ain’t open,
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I've a feeling I'm not getting through.
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Oh, I'll just have to lighten the loadin'
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One carton of stubbies should do.
 
 
[Interlude]
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[Verse]
 
      C
Oh, I wonder if ever they'd miss it,
                             G
One carton from all of those tons.
 
But I'll bet you they'd be asking "where is it?"
                            C
And lickin' their dry dusty tongues.
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Oh, I can picture those miners all dying
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Of thirst in that drought-stricken town.
                                C
While here in the mud I've been tryin'
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And striving to put the booze down.
 
 
[Verse]
 
       C
And in each of these stubbies I empty,
                            G
I insert a small note of distress,
 
And cast it adrift in the gully,
                  C
An SOS out of the west.
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How many days have I languished,
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Here in this swamp called a road,
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While in my despair and my anguish,
          G                         C
I've been working at lightening the load.
 
 
[Interlude]
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[Verse]
 
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Perhaps some old fisherman casting
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His line on the Barrier Reef
 
Will see all these stubbies go past him
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And come sailing up to my relief.
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And won't we all have such a booze up.
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The best ever seen on this road.
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But I doubt if they ever will choose us
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To carry their next flamin' load.
 
 
[Verse]
 
A7       D
So, good health to the sandflies and skeeters,
                             A7
Good luck to that solemn old frog.
 
Oh, I'm damned if this rain's going to beat us
                                  D
Thank hell for this truck load of grog.
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Oh, send ‘er down Hughie, you beauty.
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You got the right knack a-doing it now.
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All my sorrows are drowned well and truly,
            A7                       D
And there's plenty more booze to put down.  Ah.
 
 
[Outro]
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Oh it's a lonesome a-what am i doing in this mud
A7                               D
stuck in the truck and a-driving
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