Chords for Slim Dusty - Bushman's Prayer
Tempo:
129.05 bpm
Chords used:
B
E
A
F#m
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[B]
I don't [E] go to church, there I don't [A] find what I seek.
Yes, I know that the [B] world will revert to the meek,
[E] but sometimes at night on the [F#m] Buralula Road,
when I've worked hard all day and [B] I've carried my load,
[E] I lay in my swag and watch [C#] the old Southern Cross,
[B]
I realize then that this world has a boss.
[E] [B] I've been [E] in this world for [A] so many years,
[F#m] I've tasted [C#m] torment, [B] love and some tears,
and I've been [E] so down, I thought [A] I'd never get up,
[F#] but somehow I did, [B] and it wasn't just luck.
[G#] [B] Now the [E] territory's hard on man and machine,
[A] and if you haven't [G#] tried it, you won't [B] know what I mean.
[A] Breakdowns all day and things going wrong,
too [F#] much downtime, [B] this job's taken too long.
At [E] dark time a stew and a couple of beers,
[F#m] the blokes are happy but my worries are almost to tears.
But then comes the quiet, [B] the peace and the still,
and I feel that he's close, and if he wants to talk,
[G#m] then I know that I will.
[E]
[B] [E] I lay in my swag [B] and I think,
[G#m] I wonder who [E] made the quiet, the peace [C#] and the still,
[B] who made this [G#m] land where I impose my will,
[E]
who made the softness of [C] this land by night,
this land so hard and cruel [B] in day's searing light,
when [E] the sky of the night makes so small of my human camp light,
when [B] the Milky Way has its own way,
and [F#m] the stars in their millions on my imagination [E] play,
when [B]
the bray of a [E] donkey carries so far,
when the [C#m] wail of a dingo echoes back from a distant star,
when [E] the wonder of it all leaves me at a loss,
[C#] I realize [F#] then [B] that this world has a [E] boss.
[B] So when I'm [E] old and grey, and the [F#] Boolooloola road is a long gone [B] day,
when the race is done and I've had my earthly run,
when my sons are grown and can handle the loss,
I hope that all through my life he's known that I've known,
that he [E] is the boss.
[B] Yes, he is the boss.
I don't [E] go to church, there I don't [A] find what I seek.
Yes, I know that the [B] world will revert to the meek,
[E] but sometimes at night on the [F#m] Buralula Road,
when I've worked hard all day and [B] I've carried my load,
[E] I lay in my swag and watch [C#] the old Southern Cross,
[B]
I realize then that this world has a boss.
[E] [B] I've been [E] in this world for [A] so many years,
[F#m] I've tasted [C#m] torment, [B] love and some tears,
and I've been [E] so down, I thought [A] I'd never get up,
[F#] but somehow I did, [B] and it wasn't just luck.
[G#] [B] Now the [E] territory's hard on man and machine,
[A] and if you haven't [G#] tried it, you won't [B] know what I mean.
[A] Breakdowns all day and things going wrong,
too [F#] much downtime, [B] this job's taken too long.
At [E] dark time a stew and a couple of beers,
[F#m] the blokes are happy but my worries are almost to tears.
But then comes the quiet, [B] the peace and the still,
and I feel that he's close, and if he wants to talk,
[G#m] then I know that I will.
[E]
[B] [E] I lay in my swag [B] and I think,
[G#m] I wonder who [E] made the quiet, the peace [C#] and the still,
[B] who made this [G#m] land where I impose my will,
[E]
who made the softness of [C] this land by night,
this land so hard and cruel [B] in day's searing light,
when [E] the sky of the night makes so small of my human camp light,
when [B] the Milky Way has its own way,
and [F#m] the stars in their millions on my imagination [E] play,
when [B]
the bray of a [E] donkey carries so far,
when the [C#m] wail of a dingo echoes back from a distant star,
when [E] the wonder of it all leaves me at a loss,
[C#] I realize [F#] then [B] that this world has a [E] boss.
[B] So when I'm [E] old and grey, and the [F#] Boolooloola road is a long gone [B] day,
when the race is done and I've had my earthly run,
when my sons are grown and can handle the loss,
I hope that all through my life he's known that I've known,
that he [E] is the boss.
[B] Yes, he is the boss.
Key:
B
E
A
F#m
F#
B
E
A
_ _ _ _ _ [B] _ _ _
_ I don't [E] go to church, _ there I don't [A] find what I seek.
Yes, I know that the [B] world will revert to the meek,
[E] but sometimes at night on the [F#m] Buralula Road,
when I've worked hard all day and [B] I've carried my load,
_ [E] I lay in my swag and watch [C#] the old Southern Cross,
_ [B]
I realize then that this world has a boss.
[E] _ _ [B] _ _ _ I've been [E] in this world for [A] so many years,
[F#m] I've tasted [C#m] torment, [B] love and some tears,
and I've been [E] so down, I thought [A] I'd never get up,
[F#] but somehow I did, [B] and it wasn't just luck. _
_ [G#] _ _ [B] _ _ _ Now the [E] territory's hard on man and machine,
[A] and if you haven't [G#] tried it, you won't [B] know what I mean.
_ [A] Breakdowns all day and things going wrong,
too [F#] much downtime, [B] this job's taken too long.
_ At [E] dark time a stew and a couple of beers,
[F#m] the blokes are happy but my worries are almost to tears.
_ But then comes the quiet, [B] the peace and the still,
and I feel that he's close, and if he wants to talk,
[G#m] then I know that I will.
_ [E] _
_ [B] _ _ _ [E] I lay in my swag [B] and I think,
[G#m] _ _ _ I wonder who [E] made the quiet, the peace [C#] and the still,
[B] who made this [G#m] land where I impose my will,
[E] _
who made the softness of [C] this land by night,
this land so hard and cruel [B] in day's searing light,
when [E] the sky of the night makes so small of my human camp light,
when [B] the Milky Way has its own way,
and [F#m] the stars in their millions on my imagination [E] play,
when [B] _ _
_ the bray of a [E] donkey _ carries so far,
when the [C#m] wail of a dingo _ echoes back from a distant star,
when [E] the wonder of it all leaves me at a loss,
[C#] I realize [F#] then [B] that this world _ has a [E] boss. _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ So when I'm [E] old and grey, and the [F#] Boolooloola road is a long gone [B] day,
when the race is done and I've had my earthly run,
_ when my sons are grown and can handle the loss,
_ I hope that all through my life he's known that I've known, _ _
that he [E] is the boss.
_ [B] Yes, he is the boss. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ I don't [E] go to church, _ there I don't [A] find what I seek.
Yes, I know that the [B] world will revert to the meek,
[E] but sometimes at night on the [F#m] Buralula Road,
when I've worked hard all day and [B] I've carried my load,
_ [E] I lay in my swag and watch [C#] the old Southern Cross,
_ [B]
I realize then that this world has a boss.
[E] _ _ [B] _ _ _ I've been [E] in this world for [A] so many years,
[F#m] I've tasted [C#m] torment, [B] love and some tears,
and I've been [E] so down, I thought [A] I'd never get up,
[F#] but somehow I did, [B] and it wasn't just luck. _
_ [G#] _ _ [B] _ _ _ Now the [E] territory's hard on man and machine,
[A] and if you haven't [G#] tried it, you won't [B] know what I mean.
_ [A] Breakdowns all day and things going wrong,
too [F#] much downtime, [B] this job's taken too long.
_ At [E] dark time a stew and a couple of beers,
[F#m] the blokes are happy but my worries are almost to tears.
_ But then comes the quiet, [B] the peace and the still,
and I feel that he's close, and if he wants to talk,
[G#m] then I know that I will.
_ [E] _
_ [B] _ _ _ [E] I lay in my swag [B] and I think,
[G#m] _ _ _ I wonder who [E] made the quiet, the peace [C#] and the still,
[B] who made this [G#m] land where I impose my will,
[E] _
who made the softness of [C] this land by night,
this land so hard and cruel [B] in day's searing light,
when [E] the sky of the night makes so small of my human camp light,
when [B] the Milky Way has its own way,
and [F#m] the stars in their millions on my imagination [E] play,
when [B] _ _
_ the bray of a [E] donkey _ carries so far,
when the [C#m] wail of a dingo _ echoes back from a distant star,
when [E] the wonder of it all leaves me at a loss,
[C#] I realize [F#] then [B] that this world _ has a [E] boss. _
_ [B] _ _ _ _ _ So when I'm [E] old and grey, and the [F#] Boolooloola road is a long gone [B] day,
when the race is done and I've had my earthly run,
_ when my sons are grown and can handle the loss,
_ I hope that all through my life he's known that I've known, _ _
that he [E] is the boss.
_ [B] Yes, he is the boss. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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