Chords for Slim Dusty - Relics Of The Past
Tempo:
86.85 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Eb
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[F]
[Bb] An old man sadly gazes [Eb] at the gear hung on the wall
[F] Memories take him through the years, [Eb] he fondly does [Bb] recall
For here his tools of trade have hung [Eb] since he used them last
[F] And now this stockman's riding gear are relics of [Bb] the past
[F] There's a saddle that he rode in, [Eb] it could do with some [Bb] repair
[Eb] The leather's cracked and hardened, [Bb] for want of [F] better care
[Bb] Beside it lies a bridle [Eb] that's seen a [Bb] better day
[F] Since the last time that he put them in the corner where [Bb] they lay
As he brushed aside the cobwebs [Eb] from the riding boot he knew
[F] And a pair of silver spurs he [Eb] wore, all but [Bb] rusted through
He thinks about the cattle [Eb] and the musters that he's seen
[F] The hard, rough life of a stockman in the country where [Bb] he'd be
Oh, [F] he lifts his gaze a moment [Eb] from the treasures that [Bb] he's found
[Eb] To where his faithful stockhorse [Bb] lies beneath a [F] grassy mound
[Bb] Many years have passed away [Eb] since he sat astride [Bb] him last
[F] Time has left her mark upon his relics of [Bb] the past
[F]
[Bb]
There's a battered worn-out set-stone [Eb] that's been discarded too
[F] It's faded, curled, and shapeless, [Eb] and the crown is busted [Bb]
through
Oh, the iron there upon the peg, [Eb] it was his branding mark
[F] He seems to see the branding fire, and hear the [Bb] healers bark
And [F] a stock whip, all unraveled, [Eb] hangs limply on [Bb] the door
Oh, [Eb] the handles long been fallen in [Bb] the dirt upon [F] the floor
[Bb] And a saddlebag and corkpot [Eb] that served him through the [Bb] years
[F] Oh, with trembling hands he holds them, and his faded eyes [Bb] show tears
Oh, he thought that he'd repair them [Eb] and shine them like a star
[F] But then again decided that [Eb] he'd leave them as [Bb] they are
Oh, lying there, all old and worn, [Eb] as he had used them last
[F] Brings memories of his younger days, these relics of [Bb] the past
[Bb] An old man sadly gazes [Eb] at the gear hung on the wall
[F] Memories take him through the years, [Eb] he fondly does [Bb] recall
For here his tools of trade have hung [Eb] since he used them last
[F] And now this stockman's riding gear are relics of [Bb] the past
[F] There's a saddle that he rode in, [Eb] it could do with some [Bb] repair
[Eb] The leather's cracked and hardened, [Bb] for want of [F] better care
[Bb] Beside it lies a bridle [Eb] that's seen a [Bb] better day
[F] Since the last time that he put them in the corner where [Bb] they lay
As he brushed aside the cobwebs [Eb] from the riding boot he knew
[F] And a pair of silver spurs he [Eb] wore, all but [Bb] rusted through
He thinks about the cattle [Eb] and the musters that he's seen
[F] The hard, rough life of a stockman in the country where [Bb] he'd be
Oh, [F] he lifts his gaze a moment [Eb] from the treasures that [Bb] he's found
[Eb] To where his faithful stockhorse [Bb] lies beneath a [F] grassy mound
[Bb] Many years have passed away [Eb] since he sat astride [Bb] him last
[F] Time has left her mark upon his relics of [Bb] the past
[F]
[Bb]
There's a battered worn-out set-stone [Eb] that's been discarded too
[F] It's faded, curled, and shapeless, [Eb] and the crown is busted [Bb]
through
Oh, the iron there upon the peg, [Eb] it was his branding mark
[F] He seems to see the branding fire, and hear the [Bb] healers bark
And [F] a stock whip, all unraveled, [Eb] hangs limply on [Bb] the door
Oh, [Eb] the handles long been fallen in [Bb] the dirt upon [F] the floor
[Bb] And a saddlebag and corkpot [Eb] that served him through the [Bb] years
[F] Oh, with trembling hands he holds them, and his faded eyes [Bb] show tears
Oh, he thought that he'd repair them [Eb] and shine them like a star
[F] But then again decided that [Eb] he'd leave them as [Bb] they are
Oh, lying there, all old and worn, [Eb] as he had used them last
[F] Brings memories of his younger days, these relics of [Bb] the past
Key:
Bb
Eb
F
Bb
Eb
F
Bb
Eb
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ An old man sadly gazes [Eb] at the gear hung on the wall
[F] Memories take him through the years, [Eb] he fondly does [Bb] recall
For here his tools of trade have hung [Eb] since he used them last
[F] And now this stockman's riding gear are relics of [Bb] the past _
[F] There's a saddle that he rode in, [Eb] it could do with some [Bb] repair
[Eb] The leather's cracked and hardened, [Bb] for want of [F] better care
[Bb] Beside it lies a bridle [Eb] that's seen a [Bb] better day
[F] Since the last time that he put them in the corner where [Bb] they lay
_ As he brushed aside the cobwebs [Eb] from the riding boot he knew
[F] And a pair of silver spurs he [Eb] wore, all but [Bb] rusted through
He thinks about the cattle [Eb] and the musters that he's seen
[F] The hard, rough life of a stockman in the country where [Bb] he'd be
Oh, [F] he lifts his gaze a moment [Eb] from the treasures that [Bb] he's found
[Eb] To where his faithful stockhorse [Bb] lies beneath a [F] grassy mound
[Bb] Many years have passed away [Eb] since he sat astride [Bb] him last
[F] Time has left her mark upon his relics of [Bb] the past
_ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
There's a battered worn-out set-stone [Eb] that's been discarded too
[F] It's faded, curled, and shapeless, [Eb] and the crown is busted [Bb]
through
Oh, the iron there upon the peg, [Eb] it was his branding mark
[F] He seems to see the branding fire, and hear the [Bb] healers bark
_ And [F] a stock whip, all unraveled, [Eb] hangs limply on [Bb] the door
Oh, [Eb] the handles long been fallen in [Bb] the dirt upon [F] the floor
[Bb] And a saddlebag and corkpot [Eb] that served him through the [Bb] years
[F] Oh, with trembling hands he holds them, and his faded eyes [Bb] show tears
_ Oh, he thought that he'd repair them [Eb] and shine them like a star
[F] But then again decided that [Eb] he'd leave them as [Bb] they are
Oh, lying there, all old and worn, [Eb] as he had used them last
[F] Brings memories of his younger days, these relics of [Bb] the past _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ An old man sadly gazes [Eb] at the gear hung on the wall
[F] Memories take him through the years, [Eb] he fondly does [Bb] recall
For here his tools of trade have hung [Eb] since he used them last
[F] And now this stockman's riding gear are relics of [Bb] the past _
[F] There's a saddle that he rode in, [Eb] it could do with some [Bb] repair
[Eb] The leather's cracked and hardened, [Bb] for want of [F] better care
[Bb] Beside it lies a bridle [Eb] that's seen a [Bb] better day
[F] Since the last time that he put them in the corner where [Bb] they lay
_ As he brushed aside the cobwebs [Eb] from the riding boot he knew
[F] And a pair of silver spurs he [Eb] wore, all but [Bb] rusted through
He thinks about the cattle [Eb] and the musters that he's seen
[F] The hard, rough life of a stockman in the country where [Bb] he'd be
Oh, [F] he lifts his gaze a moment [Eb] from the treasures that [Bb] he's found
[Eb] To where his faithful stockhorse [Bb] lies beneath a [F] grassy mound
[Bb] Many years have passed away [Eb] since he sat astride [Bb] him last
[F] Time has left her mark upon his relics of [Bb] the past
_ [F] _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
There's a battered worn-out set-stone [Eb] that's been discarded too
[F] It's faded, curled, and shapeless, [Eb] and the crown is busted [Bb]
through
Oh, the iron there upon the peg, [Eb] it was his branding mark
[F] He seems to see the branding fire, and hear the [Bb] healers bark
_ And [F] a stock whip, all unraveled, [Eb] hangs limply on [Bb] the door
Oh, [Eb] the handles long been fallen in [Bb] the dirt upon [F] the floor
[Bb] And a saddlebag and corkpot [Eb] that served him through the [Bb] years
[F] Oh, with trembling hands he holds them, and his faded eyes [Bb] show tears
_ Oh, he thought that he'd repair them [Eb] and shine them like a star
[F] But then again decided that [Eb] he'd leave them as [Bb] they are
Oh, lying there, all old and worn, [Eb] as he had used them last
[F] Brings memories of his younger days, these relics of [Bb] the past _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _