Chords for Slim Dusty - Georgina's Son
Tempo:
93.05 bpm
Chords used:
C#
G#
F#
A#
D#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A#] [G#] [A#] [C#]
With trucks and road trains taken over, [G#] the drover's been pushed out, the old tracks are seldom used [C#] anymore.
This song is dedicated to the drovers of yesterday, [G#] and today, and to the last of the great droving stock [C#] routes, the Georgina,
[G#] which begins [D#] at Lake Nash near Mount Isa [G#] and ends near Bourke in western New [C#] South Wales.
I was born in the saddle, born into a life [F#] I'll never leave.
[C#] [G#] The life of the drover will always be the only [C#] life for me.
Like my father before, I've ridden every stock route in [F#] the land.
[G#] From the Canning to the Birdsville track, I know them like the back of [C#] my hand.
They [F#] call me Georgina's son, the last one in a [C] long proud [C#] family line.
[G#] I'm the Georgina's son, coming back to ride the old track [C#] one more time.
[F#] From Lake Nash to the Blackstone, this runs for the sake of [C#] all Langsard.
[G#] The Georgina's son is coming back to see the old girl [C#] one last time.
[D#] [G#]
[C#] I have seen me some changes in fifty years of [F#] fifteen miles a day.
With [G#] droughts and floods and midnight rushes trying to take my life [C#] along the way.
Yet I'm still in the saddle, still trying to settle down [G#m] some restless [F#] mob.
[G#]
Stirred up by the distant roar of a diesel in the night, another duffer out [C#] to get my job.
They [F#] call me Georgina's son, the last one in a long proud [C#] family line.
[G#] I'm the Georgina's son, coming back to ride the old track [C#] one more time.
[F#] From Lake Nash to the Blackstone, this runs for the sake of [C#] all Langsard.
[G#] The Georgina's son is coming back to see the old girl one [C#] last time.
From [F#] Lake Nash to the Blackstone, this runs for the sake of all [C#]
Langsard.
[G#] Georgina's son is coming back to see the old girl one [C#] last time.
[G#] [C#]
[N]
With trucks and road trains taken over, [G#] the drover's been pushed out, the old tracks are seldom used [C#] anymore.
This song is dedicated to the drovers of yesterday, [G#] and today, and to the last of the great droving stock [C#] routes, the Georgina,
[G#] which begins [D#] at Lake Nash near Mount Isa [G#] and ends near Bourke in western New [C#] South Wales.
I was born in the saddle, born into a life [F#] I'll never leave.
[C#] [G#] The life of the drover will always be the only [C#] life for me.
Like my father before, I've ridden every stock route in [F#] the land.
[G#] From the Canning to the Birdsville track, I know them like the back of [C#] my hand.
They [F#] call me Georgina's son, the last one in a [C] long proud [C#] family line.
[G#] I'm the Georgina's son, coming back to ride the old track [C#] one more time.
[F#] From Lake Nash to the Blackstone, this runs for the sake of [C#] all Langsard.
[G#] The Georgina's son is coming back to see the old girl [C#] one last time.
[D#] [G#]
[C#] I have seen me some changes in fifty years of [F#] fifteen miles a day.
With [G#] droughts and floods and midnight rushes trying to take my life [C#] along the way.
Yet I'm still in the saddle, still trying to settle down [G#m] some restless [F#] mob.
[G#]
Stirred up by the distant roar of a diesel in the night, another duffer out [C#] to get my job.
They [F#] call me Georgina's son, the last one in a long proud [C#] family line.
[G#] I'm the Georgina's son, coming back to ride the old track [C#] one more time.
[F#] From Lake Nash to the Blackstone, this runs for the sake of [C#] all Langsard.
[G#] The Georgina's son is coming back to see the old girl one [C#] last time.
From [F#] Lake Nash to the Blackstone, this runs for the sake of all [C#]
Langsard.
[G#] Georgina's son is coming back to see the old girl one [C#] last time.
[G#] [C#]
[N]
Key:
C#
G#
F#
A#
D#
C#
G#
F#
[A#] _ [G#] _ _ _ [A#] _ [C#] _
_ _ With trucks and road trains taken over, [G#] the drover's been pushed out, the old tracks are seldom used [C#] anymore.
_ This song is dedicated to the drovers of yesterday, _ [G#] and today, and to the last of the great droving stock [C#] routes, the Georgina, _
_ [G#] which begins [D#] at Lake Nash near Mount Isa [G#] and ends near Bourke in western New [C#] South Wales. _
_ _ _ I was born in the saddle, born into a life [F#] I'll never leave.
_ [C#] _ [G#] The life of the drover will always be the only [C#] life for me.
_ Like my father before, I've ridden every stock route in [F#] the land.
_ [G#] From the Canning to the Birdsville track, I know them like the back of [C#] my hand.
They [F#] call me Georgina's son, the last one in a [C] long proud [C#] family line.
_ [G#] I'm the Georgina's son, coming back to ride the old track [C#] one more time.
_ [F#] From Lake Nash to the Blackstone, this runs for the sake of [C#] all Langsard.
[G#] The Georgina's son is coming back to see the old girl [C#] one last time.
_ [D#] _ [G#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#] _ _ _ I have seen me some changes in fifty years of [F#] fifteen miles a day.
_ With [G#] droughts and floods and midnight rushes trying to take my life [C#] along the way.
_ Yet I'm still in the saddle, still trying to settle down [G#m] some restless [F#] mob.
_ _ [G#]
Stirred up by the distant roar of a diesel in the night, another duffer out [C#] to get my job.
They [F#] call me _ Georgina's son, the last one in a long proud [C#] family line.
_ [G#] I'm the Georgina's son, coming back to ride the old track [C#] one more time.
_ [F#] From Lake Nash to the Blackstone, this runs for the sake of [C#] all Langsard.
_ [G#] The Georgina's son is coming back to see the old girl one [C#] last time.
From [F#] Lake Nash to the Blackstone, this runs for the sake of all [C#] _
Langsard.
[G#] _ _ Georgina's son is coming back to see the old girl one [C#] last time.
_ [G#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [N] _ _ _ _
_ _ With trucks and road trains taken over, [G#] the drover's been pushed out, the old tracks are seldom used [C#] anymore.
_ This song is dedicated to the drovers of yesterday, _ [G#] and today, and to the last of the great droving stock [C#] routes, the Georgina, _
_ [G#] which begins [D#] at Lake Nash near Mount Isa [G#] and ends near Bourke in western New [C#] South Wales. _
_ _ _ I was born in the saddle, born into a life [F#] I'll never leave.
_ [C#] _ [G#] The life of the drover will always be the only [C#] life for me.
_ Like my father before, I've ridden every stock route in [F#] the land.
_ [G#] From the Canning to the Birdsville track, I know them like the back of [C#] my hand.
They [F#] call me Georgina's son, the last one in a [C] long proud [C#] family line.
_ [G#] I'm the Georgina's son, coming back to ride the old track [C#] one more time.
_ [F#] From Lake Nash to the Blackstone, this runs for the sake of [C#] all Langsard.
[G#] The Georgina's son is coming back to see the old girl [C#] one last time.
_ [D#] _ [G#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
_ [C#] _ _ _ I have seen me some changes in fifty years of [F#] fifteen miles a day.
_ With [G#] droughts and floods and midnight rushes trying to take my life [C#] along the way.
_ Yet I'm still in the saddle, still trying to settle down [G#m] some restless [F#] mob.
_ _ [G#]
Stirred up by the distant roar of a diesel in the night, another duffer out [C#] to get my job.
They [F#] call me _ Georgina's son, the last one in a long proud [C#] family line.
_ [G#] I'm the Georgina's son, coming back to ride the old track [C#] one more time.
_ [F#] From Lake Nash to the Blackstone, this runs for the sake of [C#] all Langsard.
_ [G#] The Georgina's son is coming back to see the old girl one [C#] last time.
From [F#] Lake Nash to the Blackstone, this runs for the sake of all [C#] _
Langsard.
[G#] _ _ Georgina's son is coming back to see the old girl one [C#] last time.
_ [G#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [C#] _
_ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [N] _ _ _ _