Slim Dusty - Pub With No Beer Chords

Verse 1
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Oh it's lonesome away from your kindred and all 
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By the campfire at night where the wild dingoes call 
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But there's nothin' so lonesome, morbid or drear 
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Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer 


Verse 2
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Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come 
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There's a faraway look on the face of the bum 
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The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer 
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What a terrible place is a pub with no beer 


Verse 3
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The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat 
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He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat 
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But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer 
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When the barman says sadly, 'The pub's got no beer' 


Verse 4
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Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies 
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He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes 
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But when he is told he says, 'What's this I hear? 
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I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!'


Verse 5
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There's a dog on the v'randah, for his master he waits 
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But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates 
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He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear 
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It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer 


Verse 6
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Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life 
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Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife 
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He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, my dear" 
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Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer 


Verse 1 (repeat)
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So it's lonesome away from your kindred and all 
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By the campfire at night where the wild dingoes call 
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But there's nothin' so lonesome, morbid or drear 
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Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer