Still The Way I Feel Chords by Slim Dusty
Tempo:
168.1 bpm
Chords used:
A
D
B
E
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[F#] [A] [D]
[A]
[D]
Just a saddle [F#m] [C] for [B] my pillow [E] and a blanket for my bed,
[A] A swag wrap underneath me and [D] a place to lay my head.
With the bright [C#m] [C] stars [B] up above me [E] and the night sounds all around,
[A] Hear the tinkle of the horse bells just before they're [D] bedded down.
Life then [C#m] [C] was [B] pretty simple [E] and my needs were very few,
[A] Just a good horse underneath me [D] and the old friends I once knew.
Though my [F#m] clothes were [C] worn [B] and dusty [E] and my boots down at the heel,
[Bm]
[A] I was always proud of what I was and it's still the way [D] I feel.
Down a stock [C#] [C] route in [B] the cold and rain, [E] the heat, the dust and sand,
[A] Those old drovers don't exist no more and [D] it's hard to understand.
Hear the heavy [C#] [C] roar [B] of diesels, [E] of the road trains where we rode,
[A] There's no stock route where it used to be, just a winding [D] blacktop road.
[C#] [Fm] [B]
[E]
[A]
[B] [C#] [D]
[A]
[D]
Stories [C#] [C] those [B] old timers told [E] in the campfire's eerie glow,
[A] Throwing shadows on their faces as [D] they spoke in tones so low.
Hear the howling [A] of the [C]
[B] dingos and [E] smell the gidgee after rain,
Oh [A] I'd give a lot to see and hear, those old bush [C#m] sounds [D] again,
But I've left [A] it [Am] all [B] behind me [E] like a lot have done before.
[A]
Our way of life's not good enough [D] in this age of needing more,
But the [F#m] trusting [C] [B] hand of friendship [E] in the old days was surreal.
[A] I was always proud of what I was and it's still the way [D] I feel.
Life then [C#m] [C] was [B] pretty simple [E] and my needs were very few,
[A] Just a good horse underneath me [D] and the old friends I once knew.
Though my [C#] clothes were [C] worn [B] and dusty [E] and my boots down at the heel,
[Bm] [A] I was always proud of what I was and it's still the way [D] I feel.
[C#] [C] [B] [F] [E] [A]
[D]
[N]
[A]
[D]
Just a saddle [F#m] [C] for [B] my pillow [E] and a blanket for my bed,
[A] A swag wrap underneath me and [D] a place to lay my head.
With the bright [C#m] [C] stars [B] up above me [E] and the night sounds all around,
[A] Hear the tinkle of the horse bells just before they're [D] bedded down.
Life then [C#m] [C] was [B] pretty simple [E] and my needs were very few,
[A] Just a good horse underneath me [D] and the old friends I once knew.
Though my [F#m] clothes were [C] worn [B] and dusty [E] and my boots down at the heel,
[Bm]
[A] I was always proud of what I was and it's still the way [D] I feel.
Down a stock [C#] [C] route in [B] the cold and rain, [E] the heat, the dust and sand,
[A] Those old drovers don't exist no more and [D] it's hard to understand.
Hear the heavy [C#] [C] roar [B] of diesels, [E] of the road trains where we rode,
[A] There's no stock route where it used to be, just a winding [D] blacktop road.
[C#] [Fm] [B]
[E]
[A]
[B] [C#] [D]
[A]
[D]
Stories [C#] [C] those [B] old timers told [E] in the campfire's eerie glow,
[A] Throwing shadows on their faces as [D] they spoke in tones so low.
Hear the howling [A] of the [C]
[B] dingos and [E] smell the gidgee after rain,
Oh [A] I'd give a lot to see and hear, those old bush [C#m] sounds [D] again,
But I've left [A] it [Am] all [B] behind me [E] like a lot have done before.
[A]
Our way of life's not good enough [D] in this age of needing more,
But the [F#m] trusting [C] [B] hand of friendship [E] in the old days was surreal.
[A] I was always proud of what I was and it's still the way [D] I feel.
Life then [C#m] [C] was [B] pretty simple [E] and my needs were very few,
[A] Just a good horse underneath me [D] and the old friends I once knew.
Though my [C#] clothes were [C] worn [B] and dusty [E] and my boots down at the heel,
[Bm] [A] I was always proud of what I was and it's still the way [D] I feel.
[C#] [C] [B] [F] [E] [A]
[D]
[N]
Key:
A
D
B
E
C
A
D
B
[F#] _ _ _ [A] _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Just a saddle [F#m] [C] for [B] my pillow _ [E] and a blanket for my bed,
_ [A] A swag wrap underneath me and [D] a place to lay my head.
_ With the bright [C#m] [C] stars [B] up above me [E] and the night sounds all around,
_ [A] Hear the tinkle of the horse bells just before they're [D] bedded down. _ _ _ _ _
Life then [C#m] [C] was [B] pretty simple _ [E] and my needs were very few, _
[A] Just a good horse underneath me [D] and the old friends I once knew. _
Though my [F#m] clothes were [C] worn [B] and dusty _ [E] and my boots down at the heel,
[Bm] _
[A] I was always proud of what I was and it's still the way [D] I feel. _ _
_ _ _ Down a stock [C#] [C] route in [B] the cold and rain, [E] the heat, the dust and sand,
[A] Those old drovers don't exist no more and [D] it's hard to understand.
_ Hear the heavy [C#] [C] roar [B] of diesels, [E] of the road trains where we rode,
[A] There's no stock route where it used to be, just a winding [D] blacktop road. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ [Fm] _ [B] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ [C#] _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Stories [C#] [C] those [B] old timers told [E] in the campfire's eerie glow,
_ _ [A] Throwing shadows on their faces _ as [D] they spoke in tones so low.
_ _ Hear the howling [A] of the [C]
[B] dingos _ and [E] smell the gidgee after rain,
_ _ Oh [A] I'd give a lot to see and hear, _ _ those old bush [C#m] sounds [D] again,
_ _ _ _ _ But I've left [A] it [Am] all [B] behind me _ [E] like a lot have done before.
_ [A]
Our way of life's not good enough [D] in this age of needing more,
_ But the [F#m] trusting [C] [B] hand of friendship _ [E] in the old days was surreal.
_ [A] I was always proud of what I was and it's still the way [D] I feel. _ _ _
_ _ Life then [C#m] [C] was [B] pretty simple _ [E] and my needs were very few,
_ [A] Just a good horse underneath me _ [D] and the old friends I once knew.
_ Though my [C#] clothes were [C] worn [B] and dusty _ [E] and my boots down at the heel,
[Bm] _ [A] I was always proud of what I was and it's still the way [D] I feel.
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ [C] _ [B] _ _ _ [F] _ [E] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Just a saddle [F#m] [C] for [B] my pillow _ [E] and a blanket for my bed,
_ [A] A swag wrap underneath me and [D] a place to lay my head.
_ With the bright [C#m] [C] stars [B] up above me [E] and the night sounds all around,
_ [A] Hear the tinkle of the horse bells just before they're [D] bedded down. _ _ _ _ _
Life then [C#m] [C] was [B] pretty simple _ [E] and my needs were very few, _
[A] Just a good horse underneath me [D] and the old friends I once knew. _
Though my [F#m] clothes were [C] worn [B] and dusty _ [E] and my boots down at the heel,
[Bm] _
[A] I was always proud of what I was and it's still the way [D] I feel. _ _
_ _ _ Down a stock [C#] [C] route in [B] the cold and rain, [E] the heat, the dust and sand,
[A] Those old drovers don't exist no more and [D] it's hard to understand.
_ Hear the heavy [C#] [C] roar [B] of diesels, [E] of the road trains where we rode,
[A] There's no stock route where it used to be, just a winding [D] blacktop road. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [C#] _ [Fm] _ [B] _ _ _ _
[E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [B] _ [C#] _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Stories [C#] [C] those [B] old timers told [E] in the campfire's eerie glow,
_ _ [A] Throwing shadows on their faces _ as [D] they spoke in tones so low.
_ _ Hear the howling [A] of the [C]
[B] dingos _ and [E] smell the gidgee after rain,
_ _ Oh [A] I'd give a lot to see and hear, _ _ those old bush [C#m] sounds [D] again,
_ _ _ _ _ But I've left [A] it [Am] all [B] behind me _ [E] like a lot have done before.
_ [A]
Our way of life's not good enough [D] in this age of needing more,
_ But the [F#m] trusting [C] [B] hand of friendship _ [E] in the old days was surreal.
_ [A] I was always proud of what I was and it's still the way [D] I feel. _ _ _
_ _ Life then [C#m] [C] was [B] pretty simple _ [E] and my needs were very few,
_ [A] Just a good horse underneath me _ [D] and the old friends I once knew.
_ Though my [C#] clothes were [C] worn [B] and dusty _ [E] and my boots down at the heel,
[Bm] _ [A] I was always proud of what I was and it's still the way [D] I feel.
_ _ _ _ [C#] _ [C] _ [B] _ _ _ [F] _ [E] _ _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _