C Dm
1. It`s lonesome away
from your kindred and all
G G7 C
by the campfire at night, where the wild dingoes
call.
Dm
But there`s no thing so lonesome, morbid
or drear,
G G7 C
than to stand in the bar of a pub with no
beer.
C Dm
2. The publican`s
anxious for the quota to come,
G G7 C
there`s a faraway look on the face of the
bum.
Dm
The maid`s all gone cranky and the cooks
acting queer,
G G7 C
What a terrible place is a pub with no
beer.
C Dm
3. The stockman rides up with his dry, rusty
throat,
G G7 C
breasts up to the bar and pulls a wad from
his coat.
Dm
But
the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer,
G G7 C
when the barman says sadly, the pub`s got
no beer.
C Dm
4. And it`s lonesome
away from your kindred and all
G G7 C
by the campfire at night, where the wild
dingoes call.
Dm
But
there`s no thing so lonesome, morbid or drear,
G G7 C
than to stand in the bar of a pub with no
beer.
C m
5. Now the swaggie
comes in covered in dust and in flies,
G G7 C
throws down his roll, rubs the sweat from
his eyes.
Dm
But when he is told, he says, “What’s this
I hear,
G G7 C
I’ve trudged fifty flaming miles to a pub
with no beer.”
C Dm
6. Old Billy, the
blacksmith, the first time in his life
G G7 C
has gone home cold sober to his darling
wife.
m
He walks into the kitchen, she says:
“You`re early my dear.“
G
G7 C
And he breaks down and tells her, “ The
pub`s got no beer.“
C Dm
7. And it`s lonesome
away from your kindred and all
G G7 C
by the campfire at night, where the wild
dingoes call.
Dm
But
there`s no thing so lonesome, morbid or drear,
G G7 C
than to stand in the bar of a pub with no
beer.