Sweeney ----- Slim Dusty Chords
Tempo:
88.8 bpm
Chords used:
Eb
Bb
Ab
F
Ebm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[Eb] [Bb] [Eb] It was somewhere in September, [Bb] and the sun was going down,
When I came in search of Khabib, to a darling [Eb] river town.
Come and have a drink, we'll call it, tis a fitting [Bb] name I think,
And it was raining for a wonder, up at come [Eb] and have a drink.
[Ab] Underneath the paparanda, I was resting on [Eb] a bunk,
[Ab] When [F] a stranger rose before me, and he said [Ebm] that he [Bb] was drunk.
[Eb] He apologized for speaking, [Bb] there was no offense he swore,
But he somehow seemed to fancy, that he'd seen my face [Eb] before.
He agreed you can't remember, [Bb] all the chaps you've chanced to meet,
And he said his name was Sweeney, people lived in [Eb] Sussex Street.
He was camping in a stable, [Bb] but he swore that he was right,
Only for the blanky horses walking over [Eb] him all night.
[Ab] He'd apparently been fighting, for his face was [Eb] black and blue,
[F] And it looked as though the horses had been treading [Bb] on him too.
[Eb] But an honest genial twinkle, in the [Bb] eye that wasn't hurt,
Seemed to hint of something better, spied a drink in [Eb] rags and dirt.
He was born in Parramatta, and he [Bb] said with humor grim,
That he'd like to see the city, ere the liquor [Eb] finished him.
But he couldn't raise the money, he was [Bb] damned if he could think,
What the government was doing here, he offered [Eb] me a drink.
I declined for self-denial, and I [Bb] lectured him on booze,
Using all the hackneyed arguments, that preachers [Eb] mostly use.
Things I've heard in temperance lectures, I [Bb] was young and rather green,
And I ended by referring to the man he [Eb] might have been.
But he couldn't [Ab] stay to argue, for his beer [Eb] was nearly gone,
He was [F] glad he said to meet me, and he'd see [Bb] me later on.
[Eb] But he guessed he'd have to go, and get his [Bb] bottle filled again,
And he gave a lurch and vanished in the darkness [Eb] and the rain.
And of afternoons in cities, when [Bb] the rain is on the land,
Visions come to me of Sweeney, with his bottle in [Eb] his hand.
[Ab] [Eb]
When I came in search of Khabib, to a darling [Eb] river town.
Come and have a drink, we'll call it, tis a fitting [Bb] name I think,
And it was raining for a wonder, up at come [Eb] and have a drink.
[Ab] Underneath the paparanda, I was resting on [Eb] a bunk,
[Ab] When [F] a stranger rose before me, and he said [Ebm] that he [Bb] was drunk.
[Eb] He apologized for speaking, [Bb] there was no offense he swore,
But he somehow seemed to fancy, that he'd seen my face [Eb] before.
He agreed you can't remember, [Bb] all the chaps you've chanced to meet,
And he said his name was Sweeney, people lived in [Eb] Sussex Street.
He was camping in a stable, [Bb] but he swore that he was right,
Only for the blanky horses walking over [Eb] him all night.
[Ab] He'd apparently been fighting, for his face was [Eb] black and blue,
[F] And it looked as though the horses had been treading [Bb] on him too.
[Eb] But an honest genial twinkle, in the [Bb] eye that wasn't hurt,
Seemed to hint of something better, spied a drink in [Eb] rags and dirt.
He was born in Parramatta, and he [Bb] said with humor grim,
That he'd like to see the city, ere the liquor [Eb] finished him.
But he couldn't raise the money, he was [Bb] damned if he could think,
What the government was doing here, he offered [Eb] me a drink.
I declined for self-denial, and I [Bb] lectured him on booze,
Using all the hackneyed arguments, that preachers [Eb] mostly use.
Things I've heard in temperance lectures, I [Bb] was young and rather green,
And I ended by referring to the man he [Eb] might have been.
But he couldn't [Ab] stay to argue, for his beer [Eb] was nearly gone,
He was [F] glad he said to meet me, and he'd see [Bb] me later on.
[Eb] But he guessed he'd have to go, and get his [Bb] bottle filled again,
And he gave a lurch and vanished in the darkness [Eb] and the rain.
And of afternoons in cities, when [Bb] the rain is on the land,
Visions come to me of Sweeney, with his bottle in [Eb] his hand.
[Ab] [Eb]
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[Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ [Eb] _ It was somewhere in September, [Bb] and the sun was going down,
When I came in search of Khabib, to a darling [Eb] river town.
_ Come and have a drink, we'll call it, tis a fitting [Bb] name I think,
And it was raining for a wonder, up at come [Eb] and have a drink. _ _
[Ab] Underneath the paparanda, I was resting on [Eb] a bunk,
[Ab] When [F] a stranger rose before me, and he said [Ebm] that he [Bb] was drunk. _ _
[Eb] He apologized for speaking, [Bb] there was no offense he swore,
But he somehow seemed to fancy, that he'd seen my face [Eb] before. _ _
He agreed you can't remember, [Bb] all the chaps you've chanced to meet,
And he said his name was Sweeney, people lived in [Eb] Sussex Street. _ _
He was camping in a stable, [Bb] but he swore that he was right,
Only for the blanky horses walking over [Eb] him all night. _
[Ab] He'd apparently been fighting, for his face was [Eb] black and blue,
[F] And it looked as though the horses had been treading [Bb] on him too. _
[Eb] But an honest genial twinkle, in the [Bb] eye that wasn't hurt,
Seemed to hint of something better, spied a drink in [Eb] rags and dirt. _
He was born in Parramatta, and he [Bb] said with humor grim,
That he'd like to see the city, ere the liquor [Eb] finished him. _
But he couldn't raise the money, he was [Bb] damned if he could think,
What the government was doing here, he offered [Eb] me a drink. _
I declined for self-denial, and I [Bb] lectured him on booze,
Using all the hackneyed arguments, that preachers [Eb] mostly use. _
Things I've heard in temperance lectures, I [Bb] was young and rather green,
And I ended by referring to the man he [Eb] might have been. _
But he couldn't [Ab] stay to argue, for his beer [Eb] was nearly gone,
He was [F] glad he said to meet me, and he'd see [Bb] me later on.
[Eb] But he guessed he'd have to go, and get his [Bb] bottle filled again,
And he gave a lurch and vanished in the darkness [Eb] and the rain. _
_ And of afternoons in cities, when [Bb] the rain is on the land,
Visions come to me of Sweeney, with his bottle in [Eb] his hand.
[Ab] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
When I came in search of Khabib, to a darling [Eb] river town.
_ Come and have a drink, we'll call it, tis a fitting [Bb] name I think,
And it was raining for a wonder, up at come [Eb] and have a drink. _ _
[Ab] Underneath the paparanda, I was resting on [Eb] a bunk,
[Ab] When [F] a stranger rose before me, and he said [Ebm] that he [Bb] was drunk. _ _
[Eb] He apologized for speaking, [Bb] there was no offense he swore,
But he somehow seemed to fancy, that he'd seen my face [Eb] before. _ _
He agreed you can't remember, [Bb] all the chaps you've chanced to meet,
And he said his name was Sweeney, people lived in [Eb] Sussex Street. _ _
He was camping in a stable, [Bb] but he swore that he was right,
Only for the blanky horses walking over [Eb] him all night. _
[Ab] He'd apparently been fighting, for his face was [Eb] black and blue,
[F] And it looked as though the horses had been treading [Bb] on him too. _
[Eb] But an honest genial twinkle, in the [Bb] eye that wasn't hurt,
Seemed to hint of something better, spied a drink in [Eb] rags and dirt. _
He was born in Parramatta, and he [Bb] said with humor grim,
That he'd like to see the city, ere the liquor [Eb] finished him. _
But he couldn't raise the money, he was [Bb] damned if he could think,
What the government was doing here, he offered [Eb] me a drink. _
I declined for self-denial, and I [Bb] lectured him on booze,
Using all the hackneyed arguments, that preachers [Eb] mostly use. _
Things I've heard in temperance lectures, I [Bb] was young and rather green,
And I ended by referring to the man he [Eb] might have been. _
But he couldn't [Ab] stay to argue, for his beer [Eb] was nearly gone,
He was [F] glad he said to meet me, and he'd see [Bb] me later on.
[Eb] But he guessed he'd have to go, and get his [Bb] bottle filled again,
And he gave a lurch and vanished in the darkness [Eb] and the rain. _
_ And of afternoons in cities, when [Bb] the rain is on the land,
Visions come to me of Sweeney, with his bottle in [Eb] his hand.
[Ab] _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _