Chords for A Pub with No Beer (1993 Remaster)
Tempo:
159.1 bpm
Chords used:
C
D
G
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C] [D]
[C] [G]
It's lonesome away from [A] your kindred [C] at all, [D] By the campfire at night, where the [G] wild dingoes call.
But there's nothing so lonesome, so [C] dull or so drear, [D] Than to stand in the bar [G] of a pub with no beer.
Publicans anxious for [C] the quota to [C] come, [D] There's a faraway look on the [G] face of the bum.
The maid's gone all cranky and [C] the coot's acted queer, [D] While a terrible place is a pub with no beer.
[D]
[G]
The stockman rides up with [C] his dry dusty throat, [D] He breasts up to the bar, pulls a [G] wad from his coat.
But the smile on [N] his face
[C] [G]
It's lonesome away from [A] your kindred [C] at all, [D] By the campfire at night, where the [G] wild dingoes call.
But there's nothing so lonesome, so [C] dull or so drear, [D] Than to stand in the bar [G] of a pub with no beer.
Publicans anxious for [C] the quota to [C] come, [D] There's a faraway look on the [G] face of the bum.
The maid's gone all cranky and [C] the coot's acted queer, [D] While a terrible place is a pub with no beer.
[D]
[G]
The stockman rides up with [C] his dry dusty throat, [D] He breasts up to the bar, pulls a [G] wad from his coat.
But the smile on [N] his face
Key:
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_ _ _ _ It's lonesome away from [A] your kindred [C] at all, [D] By the campfire at night, where the [G] wild dingoes call.
_ _ But there's nothing so lonesome, so [C] dull or so drear, [D] Than to stand in the bar [G] of a pub with no beer. _ _
_ _ _ _ Publicans anxious for [C] the quota to [C] come, [D] There's a faraway look on the [G] face of the bum.
_ _ _ The maid's gone all cranky and [C] the coot's acted queer, _ [D] While a terrible place is a pub with no beer.
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_ The stockman rides up with [C] his dry dusty throat, [D] He breasts up to the bar, pulls a [G] wad from his coat.
_ _ _ But the smile on [N] his face_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ It's lonesome away from [A] your kindred [C] at all, [D] By the campfire at night, where the [G] wild dingoes call.
_ _ But there's nothing so lonesome, so [C] dull or so drear, [D] Than to stand in the bar [G] of a pub with no beer. _ _
_ _ _ _ Publicans anxious for [C] the quota to [C] come, [D] There's a faraway look on the [G] face of the bum.
_ _ _ The maid's gone all cranky and [C] the coot's acted queer, _ [D] While a terrible place is a pub with no beer.
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_ The stockman rides up with [C] his dry dusty throat, [D] He breasts up to the bar, pulls a [G] wad from his coat.
_ _ _ But the smile on [N] his face_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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