On The Wallaby Chords & Lyrics - Gordon Bok
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[INTRO]
[C] [D] [G]
[VERSE]
Me tent poles are [D]rotten, me [C]campfire's [G]dead
And the possums they [C]ramble in the [D]trees overhead
I'm [G]out on the [D]wallaby, I'm [C]humping me [G]drum
And I come down the [C]road where the [D]sundowners [G]come [C] [D] [G]
[VERSE]
It's north-west-by-[D]west, over [C]ranges a[G]far
To the plains where the [C]cattle and the [D]sheep stations are
With the [G]sky for me [D]blanket and the [C]earth for me [G]bunk
And a calico [C]bag for me [D]damper and me junk
And it's [G]scarcely a [D]comrade me [C]memory re[G]veals
Oh, the spirit still [C]tingles in me [D]toe and me [G]heels [C] [D] [G]
[VERSE]
Now me tent is all [D]torn and me [C]blankets are [G]damp
And the fast-rising flood[C]water flows [D]down to the camp
And the [G]cold water [D]rises in [C]jets from the [G]floor
And I lie in me [C]bed and I [D]listen to it roar
And I [G]think of to[D]morrow how me [C]footsteps will [G]lag
As I tramp beneath the [C]weight of a [D]rain-sodden [G]swag [C] [D] [G]
[VERSE]
But the way of a [D]swagman is [C]mostly up[G]hill
Though there's joy to be [C]found on the [D]wallaby still
When the [G]day has gone [D]down, with its [C]tramp and its [G]toil
And your campfire you [C]build and your [D]billy it can boil
And there's [G]comfort and [D]peace in the [C]bowl of your [G]clay
Or the yarn of a [C]mate, who is [D]tramping your [G]way [C] [D]
[VERSE]
But be[G]ware of the [D]city, where it's [C]poison for [G]years
And beware of the [C]dangers in [D]drinking long beers
When a [G]bushman gets [D]bushed in the [C]streets of the [G]town
When he's lost all his [C]friends and his [D]cheque's are knocked down
Well, he's [G]right 'til his [D]pockets are [C]empty and [G]then
He waltzes old [C]bluey up the [D]country a[G]gain [C] [D] [G]
[VERSE]
Me tent poles are [D]rotten, me [C]campfire's [G]dead
And the possums they [C]ramble in the [D]trees overhead
I'm [G]out on the [D]wallaby, I'm [C]humping me [G]drum
And I come down the [C]road where the [D]sundowners [G]come [C] [D] [G]
[C] [D] [G]
[VERSE]
Me tent poles are [D]rotten, me [C]campfire's [G]dead
And the possums they [C]ramble in the [D]trees overhead
I'm [G]out on the [D]wallaby, I'm [C]humping me [G]drum
And I come down the [C]road where the [D]sundowners [G]come [C] [D] [G]
[VERSE]
It's north-west-by-[D]west, over [C]ranges a[G]far
To the plains where the [C]cattle and the [D]sheep stations are
With the [G]sky for me [D]blanket and the [C]earth for me [G]bunk
And a calico [C]bag for me [D]damper and me junk
And it's [G]scarcely a [D]comrade me [C]memory re[G]veals
Oh, the spirit still [C]tingles in me [D]toe and me [G]heels [C] [D] [G]
[VERSE]
Now me tent is all [D]torn and me [C]blankets are [G]damp
And the fast-rising flood[C]water flows [D]down to the camp
And the [G]cold water [D]rises in [C]jets from the [G]floor
And I lie in me [C]bed and I [D]listen to it roar
And I [G]think of to[D]morrow how me [C]footsteps will [G]lag
As I tramp beneath the [C]weight of a [D]rain-sodden [G]swag [C] [D] [G]
[VERSE]
But the way of a [D]swagman is [C]mostly up[G]hill
Though there's joy to be [C]found on the [D]wallaby still
When the [G]day has gone [D]down, with its [C]tramp and its [G]toil
And your campfire you [C]build and your [D]billy it can boil
And there's [G]comfort and [D]peace in the [C]bowl of your [G]clay
Or the yarn of a [C]mate, who is [D]tramping your [G]way [C] [D]
[VERSE]
But be[G]ware of the [D]city, where it's [C]poison for [G]years
And beware of the [C]dangers in [D]drinking long beers
When a [G]bushman gets [D]bushed in the [C]streets of the [G]town
When he's lost all his [C]friends and his [D]cheque's are knocked down
Well, he's [G]right 'til his [D]pockets are [C]empty and [G]then
He waltzes old [C]bluey up the [D]country a[G]gain [C] [D] [G]
[VERSE]
Me tent poles are [D]rotten, me [C]campfire's [G]dead
And the possums they [C]ramble in the [D]trees overhead
I'm [G]out on the [D]wallaby, I'm [C]humping me [G]drum
And I come down the [C]road where the [D]sundowners [G]come [C] [D] [G]
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