End Of The Canning Stock Route chords

[VERSE]
[G]The camp gear’s in the store room, all the packs are in the shed
[C]With the dust of seven summers on thei[G]r hide
[G]Saddle straps are hard and brittle stirrup irons are rusty red
For the[A7] canning stock route finished when wally dowli[D]ng died
No more [G]cattle travel southward thro the spinifex and sand
[C]All the wells are falling in along the [G]track
Now the cannings but a[B7] legend just a l[C]onely desert land
And it’s doubtf[G]ul if the munj[D]ongs want it[G] back

[VERSE]
[G]Eight hundred miles of sandhills now and then a sandstone ridge
[C]With a salt lake here and there with samphire[G] flat
[G]An oasis in the desert you can find at durba springs
[A7]Bubbling, running water it’s a [D]fact
But unles[G]s you own a camel you could never travel there
[C]And a horse would fail now the wells have f[G]allen in
For the sandhills on t[B7]he canning, reach a hundred [C]feet or more
And it’s ce[G]rtain that no [D]car could take y[G]ou in

[VERSE]
[G]The famous never never and the place they call outback
[C]Two elusive lands that few men ev[G]er found
[G]Are located on the canning down that lonely desert track
Where [A7]to be this very moment would be worth a thousan[D]d pound
To b[G]e with wally dowling, whipping water from the well
[C]While the stockmen hold the mob back from the [G]trough
Stop the thi[B7]rsty bullocks trampling in their g[C]reat desire to drink
Ju[G]st to do one trip wo[D]uld suit me well e[G]nough

[VERSE]
[G]But my wish is just a daydream which can never be fulfilled
[C]For when wally died the stock route [G]had its day
[G]Now the billiluna cattle are travelling down to broome
In a r[A7]oaring diesel road train to the meat works by th[D]e bay
[G]And the tick line stops the others every station in the north
[C]No one may use the canning if he [G]would
So they truck their beef to [B7]wyndham and sell[C] for what its worth
An[G]d i doubt they’d use th[D]e canning if th[G]ey could

[VERSE]
[G]It’s really had its day now and won’t be used again
[C]No more drovers horse bells ringin will b[G]e heard
[G]For a cattle loaded road train smothered in its diesel fumes
No[A7]w struggles up the rise in lower[D] third
[G]When i travel up the canning i am sure to be alone
[C]With my camels and some thoughts of [G]yesterday
They will take me slowly nor[B7]thward till at last t[C]he trip is done
An[G]d find contentment when[D] i’ve stowed the p[G]acks away
[G]The camp gear’s in the store room, all the packs are in the shed
[C]With the dust of seven summers on t[G]heir hide
[G]Saddle straps are hard and brittle stirrup irons are rusty red
For the[A7] canning stock route finished wh[C]en wally [D]dowling [G]died