Slim Dusty - Foggy Mirrors Chords
Tempo:
93.9 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
F
D
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[F] [G] [C]
Daylight breaks, I check both mirrors, rub my eyes and light [D] a smoke.
[G] Then a few miles further on I find [C] a place,
where the blokes all take on breakfast, tighten [F] wheels and check [D] their loads,
[G] before we start the last leg of [C] this race.
Yes, this race to beat the traffic, and [F] this race to beat [D] the scales,
and [G] this race to get unloaded [C] early too.
Seems our industry's gone crazy, time [F] is all some care [D] about,
what [G] I'd give for those old truckin' days [C] we knew.
And as [G] my bogies hug the white lines while [Am] the miles are flying by,
both [F] my mirrors show [G] me pictures of [C] the past.
And in [G] between the split shift changes to [Am] myself, I swear a vow,
that [F] this trip with Wool [G] from Winturn is [C] my last.
Going home, [G] heading [C] home.
[F] [G] [C]
In both mirrors clearly dear one I [F] can see your [D] honest face,
[G] and our children cheery-eyed are at [C] your side.
Through the fog streak mirrors clearly too [F] I see your sunny [D] smile,
[G] that smile I've known since you were first [C] my bride.
Though my eyes are laced with road maps and [F] so many [D] years have gone,
[G] every detail of your features I [C] can see.
And these mirrors bring me memories of [F] the laughter of our kids,
[G] as you drove them to some depot to [C] meet me.
As [G] my bogies hug the white lines [Am] while the miles are flying by,
[F] both my mirrors show [G] me pictures [C] of the past.
And [G] in between the split shift changes to [Am] myself, I swear a vow,
that [F] this trip with Wool [G] from Winturn is [C] my last.
[F] Going home, [G] [C] heading home.
[F] [G] [C]
And I've asked myself a thousand [F] times when I've been [D] on the track,
[G] just why you've stuck to me through [C] all these years.
As I watch my mirrors blurred by [F] fog I cannot [A] clearly see [G] my tyres,
is it fog [C] or is it tears?
And as my [G] bogies hug the white line [Am] while the miles are flying by,
[F] these old mirrors told [G] the story [C] of the past.
[G] And in between the split shift changes to [Am] myself, I've made this vow,
that [F] this trip with Wool [G] from Winturn is [C] my last.
[F] Going home, [G] heading home, at [C] last.
Daylight breaks, I check both mirrors, rub my eyes and light [D] a smoke.
[G] Then a few miles further on I find [C] a place,
where the blokes all take on breakfast, tighten [F] wheels and check [D] their loads,
[G] before we start the last leg of [C] this race.
Yes, this race to beat the traffic, and [F] this race to beat [D] the scales,
and [G] this race to get unloaded [C] early too.
Seems our industry's gone crazy, time [F] is all some care [D] about,
what [G] I'd give for those old truckin' days [C] we knew.
And as [G] my bogies hug the white lines while [Am] the miles are flying by,
both [F] my mirrors show [G] me pictures of [C] the past.
And in [G] between the split shift changes to [Am] myself, I swear a vow,
that [F] this trip with Wool [G] from Winturn is [C] my last.
Going home, [G] heading [C] home.
[F] [G] [C]
In both mirrors clearly dear one I [F] can see your [D] honest face,
[G] and our children cheery-eyed are at [C] your side.
Through the fog streak mirrors clearly too [F] I see your sunny [D] smile,
[G] that smile I've known since you were first [C] my bride.
Though my eyes are laced with road maps and [F] so many [D] years have gone,
[G] every detail of your features I [C] can see.
And these mirrors bring me memories of [F] the laughter of our kids,
[G] as you drove them to some depot to [C] meet me.
As [G] my bogies hug the white lines [Am] while the miles are flying by,
[F] both my mirrors show [G] me pictures [C] of the past.
And [G] in between the split shift changes to [Am] myself, I swear a vow,
that [F] this trip with Wool [G] from Winturn is [C] my last.
[F] Going home, [G] [C] heading home.
[F] [G] [C]
And I've asked myself a thousand [F] times when I've been [D] on the track,
[G] just why you've stuck to me through [C] all these years.
As I watch my mirrors blurred by [F] fog I cannot [A] clearly see [G] my tyres,
is it fog [C] or is it tears?
And as my [G] bogies hug the white line [Am] while the miles are flying by,
[F] these old mirrors told [G] the story [C] of the past.
[G] And in between the split shift changes to [Am] myself, I've made this vow,
that [F] this trip with Wool [G] from Winturn is [C] my last.
[F] Going home, [G] heading home, at [C] last.
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_ [F] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _
Daylight breaks, I check both mirrors, rub my eyes and light [D] a smoke.
[G] Then a few miles further on I find [C] a place, _
_ where the blokes all take on breakfast, tighten [F] wheels and check [D] their loads,
[G] before we start the last leg of [C] this race.
Yes, this race to beat the traffic, and [F] this race to beat [D] the scales,
and [G] this race to get unloaded [C] early too.
Seems our industry's gone crazy, time [F] is all some care [D] about,
what [G] I'd give for those old truckin' days [C] we knew. _
And as [G] my bogies hug the white lines while [Am] the miles are flying by,
both [F] my mirrors show [G] me pictures of [C] the past.
And in [G] between the split shift changes to [Am] myself, I swear a vow,
that [F] this trip with Wool [G] from Winturn is [C] my last.
Going home, [G] heading [C] home.
_ _ [F] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _
In both mirrors clearly dear one I [F] can see your [D] honest face,
[G] and our children cheery-eyed are at [C] your side.
Through the fog streak mirrors clearly too [F] I see your sunny [D] smile,
[G] that smile I've known since you were first [C] my bride. _
Though my eyes are laced with road maps and [F] so many [D] years have gone,
[G] every detail of your features I [C] can see.
And these mirrors bring me memories of [F] the laughter of our kids,
[G] as you drove them to some depot to [C] meet me.
As [G] my bogies hug the white lines [Am] while the miles are flying by,
[F] both my mirrors show [G] me pictures [C] of the past.
And [G] in between the split shift changes to [Am] myself, I swear a vow,
that [F] this trip with Wool [G] from Winturn is [C] my last.
_ [F] Going home, [G] _ [C] heading home.
_ _ [F] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _
_ And I've asked myself a thousand [F] times when I've been [D] on the track,
[G] just why you've stuck to me through [C] all these years.
As I watch my mirrors blurred by [F] fog I cannot [A] clearly see [G] my tyres,
is it fog [C] or is it tears?
And as my [G] bogies hug the white line [Am] while the miles are flying by,
[F] these old mirrors told [G] the story [C] of the past.
[G] And in between the split shift changes to [Am] myself, I've made this vow,
that [F] this trip with Wool [G] from Winturn is [C] my last.
[F] Going home, [G] heading home, at [C] last. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Daylight breaks, I check both mirrors, rub my eyes and light [D] a smoke.
[G] Then a few miles further on I find [C] a place, _
_ where the blokes all take on breakfast, tighten [F] wheels and check [D] their loads,
[G] before we start the last leg of [C] this race.
Yes, this race to beat the traffic, and [F] this race to beat [D] the scales,
and [G] this race to get unloaded [C] early too.
Seems our industry's gone crazy, time [F] is all some care [D] about,
what [G] I'd give for those old truckin' days [C] we knew. _
And as [G] my bogies hug the white lines while [Am] the miles are flying by,
both [F] my mirrors show [G] me pictures of [C] the past.
And in [G] between the split shift changes to [Am] myself, I swear a vow,
that [F] this trip with Wool [G] from Winturn is [C] my last.
Going home, [G] heading [C] home.
_ _ [F] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _
In both mirrors clearly dear one I [F] can see your [D] honest face,
[G] and our children cheery-eyed are at [C] your side.
Through the fog streak mirrors clearly too [F] I see your sunny [D] smile,
[G] that smile I've known since you were first [C] my bride. _
Though my eyes are laced with road maps and [F] so many [D] years have gone,
[G] every detail of your features I [C] can see.
And these mirrors bring me memories of [F] the laughter of our kids,
[G] as you drove them to some depot to [C] meet me.
As [G] my bogies hug the white lines [Am] while the miles are flying by,
[F] both my mirrors show [G] me pictures [C] of the past.
And [G] in between the split shift changes to [Am] myself, I swear a vow,
that [F] this trip with Wool [G] from Winturn is [C] my last.
_ [F] Going home, [G] _ [C] heading home.
_ _ [F] _ _ [G] _ _ [C] _ _
_ And I've asked myself a thousand [F] times when I've been [D] on the track,
[G] just why you've stuck to me through [C] all these years.
As I watch my mirrors blurred by [F] fog I cannot [A] clearly see [G] my tyres,
is it fog [C] or is it tears?
And as my [G] bogies hug the white line [Am] while the miles are flying by,
[F] these old mirrors told [G] the story [C] of the past.
[G] And in between the split shift changes to [Am] myself, I've made this vow,
that [F] this trip with Wool [G] from Winturn is [C] my last.
[F] Going home, [G] heading home, at [C] last. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _