Broken Down Squatter Chords & Lyrics - Gordon Bok

[INTRO]
[C] [Bb] [F]

[VERSE]
[F]Come, Stumpy, old man, we must shift while we can
All your mates in the [Bb]paddock are [F]dead [C]
We must [F]say our farewells to Glen Eva's sweet dells
And the [C]hills where your master was [F]bred

[VERSE]
[F]Together to roam from our drought-stricken home
Seems hard that such [Bb]things have to [F]be [C]
And it's [F]hard on a horse, when he's naught for a boss
But a [C]broken-down squatter like [F]me

[CHORUS]
For the [Bb]banks are all broken, they [F]say
And the merchants are all up a [C]tree
When the [F]bigwigs are brought to the bankruptcy court
What [C]chance for a [Bb]squatter like [F]me?

[VERSE]
[F]No more shall we muster the river for strays
Or hunt on the [Bb]fifteen-mile [F]plain [C]
Or [F]dash through the scrub by the light of the moon
Or [C]see the old homestead a[F]gain

[VERSE]
[F]Leave the slip-railings down, they don't matter much now
For there's none but the [Bb]crow left to [F]see [C]
Perching [F]gaunt on the pine, as though longing to dine
On a [C]broken-down squatter like [F]me

[CHORUS]
For the [Bb]banks are all broken, they [F]say
And the merchants are all up a [C]tree
When the [F]bigwigs are brought to the bankruptcy court
What [C]chance for a [Bb]squatter like [F]me?

[VERSE]
[F]When the country was cursed with the drought at its worst
And the cattle were [Bb]dying in [F]scores [C]
Though [F]down on me luck, I kept up me pluck
Thinking [C]justice might soften the [F]laws

[VERSE]
[F]But the farce had been played, and the government aid
Ain't extended to [Bb]squatters, old [F]son [C]
When me [F]money was spent, they doubled the rent
And re[C]sumed the best part of the [F]run

[CHORUS]
For the [Bb]banks are all broken, they [F]say
And the merchants are all up a [C]tree
When the [F]bigwigs are brought to the bankruptcy court
What [C]chance for a [Bb]squatter like [F]me?