A Pub With No Beer Chords by Slim Dusty
Tempo:
87.95 bpm
Chords used:
C#
G#
F#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C#] [G#] [C#] Oh, it's a lonesome away from [F#] your kindred and all,.
[G#] By the campfire at night, or where the wild [C#] dingoes call.
But there's a nothing so lonesome, [F#].
morbid or drear,.
Than [G#] to stand in the bar of a [C#] pub with no beer.
Now the publican's anxious [F#] for the quotair to come,.
[G#] And there's a faraway look on the face [C#] of the bum.
The maid's gone all cranky, [F#] and the cook's acting queer,.
[G#] Oh, what a terrible place is a pub with [C#] no beer.
.
Then the stockman rides up [F#] with his dry, dusty throat,.
He [G#] breasts up to the bar and pulls a wad [C#] from his coat.
But the smile on his face [F#] quickly turns to a sneer,.
[G#] As the barman says sadly, the pub's got [C#] no beer.
.
Then the swaggy comes in, [F#] smothered in dust and flies,.
[G#] He throws down his roll and rubs the [C#] sweat from his eyes.
But when he is told, he [F#] says, what's this I hear?.
[G#] I've trudged fifty layman miles to a pub with no [C#] beer.
Now there's a dog on the brander, [F#] or his master he waits,.
[G#] But the boss is inside, drinking wine [C#] with his mates.
He hurries for cover, [F#] and he cringes in fear,.
It's no [G#] place for a dog round a pub [C#] with no beer.
And old Billy the blacksmith, [F#] the first time in his life,.
[G#] Why, he's gone home cold sober to his darling [C#] wife.
He walks in the kitchen, [F#] she says, you're early, Bill, dear,.
But then [G#] he breaks down and tells her, the pub's [C#] got no beer.
Oh, [G#] it's hard to [F#] believe that there's customers still,.
[G#] But the money's still tinkling in the old [C#] ancient till.
The wine dots are [F#] happy, and I know they're sincere,.
[G#] When they say they don't care if the pub's got no [C#] beer.
So it's a lonesome away [F#] from your kindred and all,.
[G#] By the campfire at night, or where the wild eagles [C#] call.
But there's nothing so [F#] lonesome, morbid or drear,.
[G#] Than to stand in the bar of that pub with [C#] no beer.
.
[F#] [C#] .
[G#] By the campfire at night, or where the wild [C#] dingoes call.
But there's a nothing so lonesome, [F#].
morbid or drear,.
Than [G#] to stand in the bar of a [C#] pub with no beer.
Now the publican's anxious [F#] for the quotair to come,.
[G#] And there's a faraway look on the face [C#] of the bum.
The maid's gone all cranky, [F#] and the cook's acting queer,.
[G#] Oh, what a terrible place is a pub with [C#] no beer.
.
Then the stockman rides up [F#] with his dry, dusty throat,.
He [G#] breasts up to the bar and pulls a wad [C#] from his coat.
But the smile on his face [F#] quickly turns to a sneer,.
[G#] As the barman says sadly, the pub's got [C#] no beer.
.
Then the swaggy comes in, [F#] smothered in dust and flies,.
[G#] He throws down his roll and rubs the [C#] sweat from his eyes.
But when he is told, he [F#] says, what's this I hear?.
[G#] I've trudged fifty layman miles to a pub with no [C#] beer.
Now there's a dog on the brander, [F#] or his master he waits,.
[G#] But the boss is inside, drinking wine [C#] with his mates.
He hurries for cover, [F#] and he cringes in fear,.
It's no [G#] place for a dog round a pub [C#] with no beer.
And old Billy the blacksmith, [F#] the first time in his life,.
[G#] Why, he's gone home cold sober to his darling [C#] wife.
He walks in the kitchen, [F#] she says, you're early, Bill, dear,.
But then [G#] he breaks down and tells her, the pub's [C#] got no beer.
Oh, [G#] it's hard to [F#] believe that there's customers still,.
[G#] But the money's still tinkling in the old [C#] ancient till.
The wine dots are [F#] happy, and I know they're sincere,.
[G#] When they say they don't care if the pub's got no [C#] beer.
So it's a lonesome away [F#] from your kindred and all,.
[G#] By the campfire at night, or where the wild eagles [C#] call.
But there's nothing so [F#] lonesome, morbid or drear,.
[G#] Than to stand in the bar of that pub with [C#] no beer.
.
[F#] [C#] .
Key:
C#
G#
F#
C#
G#
F#
C#
G#
[C#] _ [G#] _ [C#] _ Oh, it's a lonesome away from [F#] your kindred and all,.
[G#] By the campfire at night, or where the wild [C#] dingoes call.
_ But there's a nothing so lonesome, [F#].
morbid or drear,.
Than [G#] to stand in the bar of a [C#] pub with no beer.
_ Now the publican's anxious [F#] for the quotair to come,.
[G#] And there's a faraway look on the face [C#] of the bum.
The maid's gone all cranky, [F#] and the cook's acting queer,.
[G#] Oh, what a terrible place is a pub with [C#] no beer.
_ _ _ .
Then the stockman rides up [F#] with his dry, dusty throat,.
He [G#] breasts up to the bar and pulls a wad [C#] from his coat.
But the smile on his face [F#] quickly turns to a sneer,.
[G#] As the barman says sadly, the pub's got [C#] no beer.
_ _ _ .
Then the swaggy comes in, [F#] smothered in dust and flies,.
[G#] He throws down his roll and rubs the [C#] sweat from his eyes.
But when he is told, he [F#] says, what's this I hear?.
[G#] I've trudged fifty layman miles to a pub with no [C#] beer.
Now there's a dog on the brander, [F#] or his master he waits,.
[G#] But the boss is inside, drinking wine [C#] with his mates.
_ He hurries for cover, [F#] and he cringes in fear,.
It's no [G#] place for a dog round a pub [C#] with no beer.
_ _ _ And old Billy the blacksmith, [F#] the first time in his life,.
[G#] Why, he's gone home cold sober to his darling [C#] wife.
_ He walks in the kitchen, [F#] she says, you're early, Bill, dear,.
But then [G#] he breaks down and tells her, the pub's [C#] got no beer.
_ _ _ Oh, [G#] it's hard to [F#] believe that there's customers still,.
[G#] But the money's still tinkling in the old [C#] ancient till.
_ The wine dots are [F#] happy, and I know they're sincere,.
[G#] When they say they don't care if the pub's got no [C#] beer.
So it's a lonesome away [F#] from your kindred and all,.
[G#] By the campfire at night, or where the wild eagles [C#] call.
_ But there's nothing so [F#] lonesome, morbid or drear,.
[G#] Than to stand in the bar of that pub with [C#] no beer.
_ _ .
[F#] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
[G#] By the campfire at night, or where the wild [C#] dingoes call.
_ But there's a nothing so lonesome, [F#].
morbid or drear,.
Than [G#] to stand in the bar of a [C#] pub with no beer.
_ Now the publican's anxious [F#] for the quotair to come,.
[G#] And there's a faraway look on the face [C#] of the bum.
The maid's gone all cranky, [F#] and the cook's acting queer,.
[G#] Oh, what a terrible place is a pub with [C#] no beer.
_ _ _ .
Then the stockman rides up [F#] with his dry, dusty throat,.
He [G#] breasts up to the bar and pulls a wad [C#] from his coat.
But the smile on his face [F#] quickly turns to a sneer,.
[G#] As the barman says sadly, the pub's got [C#] no beer.
_ _ _ .
Then the swaggy comes in, [F#] smothered in dust and flies,.
[G#] He throws down his roll and rubs the [C#] sweat from his eyes.
But when he is told, he [F#] says, what's this I hear?.
[G#] I've trudged fifty layman miles to a pub with no [C#] beer.
Now there's a dog on the brander, [F#] or his master he waits,.
[G#] But the boss is inside, drinking wine [C#] with his mates.
_ He hurries for cover, [F#] and he cringes in fear,.
It's no [G#] place for a dog round a pub [C#] with no beer.
_ _ _ And old Billy the blacksmith, [F#] the first time in his life,.
[G#] Why, he's gone home cold sober to his darling [C#] wife.
_ He walks in the kitchen, [F#] she says, you're early, Bill, dear,.
But then [G#] he breaks down and tells her, the pub's [C#] got no beer.
_ _ _ Oh, [G#] it's hard to [F#] believe that there's customers still,.
[G#] But the money's still tinkling in the old [C#] ancient till.
_ The wine dots are [F#] happy, and I know they're sincere,.
[G#] When they say they don't care if the pub's got no [C#] beer.
So it's a lonesome away [F#] from your kindred and all,.
[G#] By the campfire at night, or where the wild eagles [C#] call.
_ But there's nothing so [F#] lonesome, morbid or drear,.
[G#] Than to stand in the bar of that pub with [C#] no beer.
_ _ .
[F#] _ _ _ [C#] _ _ _ _ _ .
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