Chords for Slim Dusty - Your country's been sold.
Tempo:
102.55 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Eb] You say you belong [Bb] to Australia, my friend.
Rightly you'd die for this land to [Eb] defend.
But let us be honest, [Bb] it's sad but it's true.
Australia, my friend, doesn't belong [Eb] to you.
Our country's been [Bb] sold by the powers that be,
To big wealthy nations way over [Eb] the sea.
We couldn't be taken [Bb] with bayonet sold,
So they decided to buy [Eb] us instead.
[Bb]
[Eb] And talking of wars [Bb] and the blood that was spilled,
Widows that crippled the ones [Eb] that were killed.
And I often wonder [Bb] if their ghosts can see
What's happening now to their native [Eb] country.
I wonder if [Bb] ghosts of the fallen can see
The crime and corruption and vast [Eb] poverty.
Where the lost generation [Bb] of youth on the dole
Could drift on life's ocean without [Eb] any goal.
[Bb]
[Eb] I once had a dream of [Bb] our country so grand
Where rivers out back irrigated [Eb] the land.
With towns and canals [Bb] in that wasteland out there
And big inland cities with work [Eb] everywhere.
With profit from factory [Bb] and farming and mine
We used to develop a nation [Eb] so fine.
Then I woke from my [Bb] dreaming to reality
That the wealth of our nation goes [Eb] over the sea.
Yeah, you say you belong [Bb] to Australia, my friend
And rightly you'd die for this land [Eb] to defend.
But let us [Bb] be honest, it's sad but it's true
Australia, my friend, doesn't [Eb] belong to you.
[Bb] [Eb]
Rightly you'd die for this land to [Eb] defend.
But let us be honest, [Bb] it's sad but it's true.
Australia, my friend, doesn't belong [Eb] to you.
Our country's been [Bb] sold by the powers that be,
To big wealthy nations way over [Eb] the sea.
We couldn't be taken [Bb] with bayonet sold,
So they decided to buy [Eb] us instead.
[Bb]
[Eb] And talking of wars [Bb] and the blood that was spilled,
Widows that crippled the ones [Eb] that were killed.
And I often wonder [Bb] if their ghosts can see
What's happening now to their native [Eb] country.
I wonder if [Bb] ghosts of the fallen can see
The crime and corruption and vast [Eb] poverty.
Where the lost generation [Bb] of youth on the dole
Could drift on life's ocean without [Eb] any goal.
[Bb]
[Eb] I once had a dream of [Bb] our country so grand
Where rivers out back irrigated [Eb] the land.
With towns and canals [Bb] in that wasteland out there
And big inland cities with work [Eb] everywhere.
With profit from factory [Bb] and farming and mine
We used to develop a nation [Eb] so fine.
Then I woke from my [Bb] dreaming to reality
That the wealth of our nation goes [Eb] over the sea.
Yeah, you say you belong [Bb] to Australia, my friend
And rightly you'd die for this land [Eb] to defend.
But let us [Bb] be honest, it's sad but it's true
Australia, my friend, doesn't [Eb] belong to you.
[Bb] [Eb]
Key:
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Bb
Eb
Bb
Eb
Bb
Eb
Bb
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ You say you belong [Bb] to Australia, my friend.
Rightly you'd die for this land to [Eb] defend.
But let us be honest, [Bb] it's sad but it's true.
Australia, my friend, doesn't belong [Eb] to you. _ _ _
Our country's been [Bb] sold by the powers that be,
To big wealthy nations way over [Eb] the sea.
We couldn't be taken [Bb] with bayonet sold,
So they decided to buy [Eb] us instead.
_ [Bb] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ And talking of wars [Bb] and the blood that was spilled,
Widows that crippled the ones [Eb] that were killed.
_ And I often wonder [Bb] if their ghosts can see
What's happening now to their native [Eb] country.
_ _ _ _ I wonder if [Bb] ghosts of the fallen can see
The crime and corruption and vast [Eb] poverty.
_ Where the lost generation [Bb] of youth on the dole
Could drift on life's ocean without [Eb] any goal.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ I once had a dream of [Bb] our country so grand
Where rivers out back irrigated [Eb] the land.
With towns and canals [Bb] in that wasteland out there
And big inland cities with work [Eb] _ everywhere.
_ _ _ With profit from factory [Bb] and farming and mine
We used to develop a nation [Eb] so fine.
Then I woke from my [Bb] dreaming to reality
That the wealth of our nation goes [Eb] over the sea.
_ _ _ Yeah, you say you belong [Bb] to Australia, my friend
And rightly you'd die for this land [Eb] to defend.
But let us [Bb] be honest, it's sad but it's true
Australia, my friend, doesn't [Eb] belong to you.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _
Rightly you'd die for this land to [Eb] defend.
But let us be honest, [Bb] it's sad but it's true.
Australia, my friend, doesn't belong [Eb] to you. _ _ _
Our country's been [Bb] sold by the powers that be,
To big wealthy nations way over [Eb] the sea.
We couldn't be taken [Bb] with bayonet sold,
So they decided to buy [Eb] us instead.
_ [Bb] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Eb] _ _ And talking of wars [Bb] and the blood that was spilled,
Widows that crippled the ones [Eb] that were killed.
_ And I often wonder [Bb] if their ghosts can see
What's happening now to their native [Eb] country.
_ _ _ _ I wonder if [Bb] ghosts of the fallen can see
The crime and corruption and vast [Eb] poverty.
_ Where the lost generation [Bb] of youth on the dole
Could drift on life's ocean without [Eb] any goal.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
[Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ I once had a dream of [Bb] our country so grand
Where rivers out back irrigated [Eb] the land.
With towns and canals [Bb] in that wasteland out there
And big inland cities with work [Eb] _ everywhere.
_ _ _ With profit from factory [Bb] and farming and mine
We used to develop a nation [Eb] so fine.
Then I woke from my [Bb] dreaming to reality
That the wealth of our nation goes [Eb] over the sea.
_ _ _ Yeah, you say you belong [Bb] to Australia, my friend
And rightly you'd die for this land [Eb] to defend.
But let us [Bb] be honest, it's sad but it's true
Australia, my friend, doesn't [Eb] belong to you.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _