Biography:
David Gordon "Slim Dusty " Kirkpatrick AO, MBE (13 June 1927—19 September 2003) was an Australian country music singer-songwriter and producer, with a career spanning nearly eight decades. He was known to record songs in the legacy of Australian poets Henry Lawson and Banjo Patterson that represented the Australian Bush Lifestyle, and also for his many trucking songs. Dusty was the first Australian to have a No. 1 Hit song with Gordon Parsons (Pub With No Beer).
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Other songs:
- Pub With No Beer
- A Fire Of Gidgee Coal
- Born To Be A Rolling Stone
- Camooweal
- Cattlemen From The High Plains
- Charleville
- Country Revival
- Cunnamulla Feller
- Duncan
- End Of The Canning Stock Route
- Gday Gday
- I Must Have Good Terbaccy When I Smoke
- Indian Pacific
- Innaminka Muster
- Keep The Lovelight Shining
- Lace Up Shoes
- Leave Him In The Long Yard
- Leave Him In The Longyard
- Lights On The Hill
- Little Boy Lost
- Lookin Forward Lookin Back
- Looking Forward Looking Back
- Lookn Forward Lookin Back
- My Pal Alcohol
- Old Time Country Halls
- Plains Of Peppimenarti
- Ringer From The Top End
- Rusty Its Goodbye
- Saddle Boy
- Singer From Down Under
- The Biggest Disappointment
- The Day We Sold The Farm
- Three Rivers Hotel
- Travellers Prayer
- Under The Spell Of Highway One
- Waltzing Matilda
- West Of Winton
- When The Rain Tumbles Down In July
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[Intro]
D A D
G D
A D
A D
D A D
I was talking to a swaggy yesterday
G D
His beard was long his hair was silver grey
A D
His dress was out of style but he wore a friendly smile
E7 A D
And here is what the old man had to say
D A D
“You may think me most unusual my boy
G D
When I tell you straight that I am stony broke
A D
I tramp from year to year and I’ll drink all kinds of beer
A D
But I like to have good 'baccy when I smoke"
D A D
Now I’ll show you this here old terbacco tin
G D
The paint is gone the sides are dinted in
A D
But it’s opened many a bottle in its wild and chequered life
A D
And to me it has always been a friend
[Yodel]
D A D
G D
A D
A D
D A D
I one time had a wife and everything
A D
But a stranger came and soon we were apart
A D
So I left my friends and home and I hit the road to roam
A D
But nicotine has mended my old heart
D A D
I’ve got no use for money in my life
G D
You strive and struggle till it gets you down
A D
I tramp until I lag and then I’ll drop my swag
A D
And I’ll sit and smoke and watch the world go 'round
D A D
When finally I reach the golden gates
G D
They say St Peter he’s a decent bloke
A D
If I’m taken with the blessed this will be my last request
A D
I must have good terbaccy when I smoke
D A D
Yes I was talking to that swaggy yesterday
G D
And what he told me I’ll remember clear
A D
Trampin’ out there with the breeze happy as the birds and bees
A D
And I reckon that he has the right idea.
[Yodel]
D A D
G D
A D
A D
E-mail me with corrections or comments: [email protected]
[Intro]
D A D
G D
A D
A D
D A D
I was talking to a swaggy yesterday
G D
His beard was long his hair was silver grey
A D
His dress was out of style but he wore a friendly smile
E7 A D
And here is what the old man had to say
D A D
“You may think me most unusual my boy
G D
When I tell you straight that I am stony broke
A D
I tramp from year to year and I’ll drink all kinds of beer
A D
But I like to have good 'baccy when I smoke"
D A D
Now I’ll show you this here old terbacco tin
G D
The paint is gone the sides are dinted in
A D
But it’s opened many a bottle in its wild and chequered life
A D
And to me it has always been a friend
[Yodel]
D A D
G D
A D
A D
D A D
I one time had a wife and everything
A D
But a stranger came and soon we were apart
A D
So I left my friends and home and I hit the road to roam
A D
But nicotine has mended my old heart
D A D
I’ve got no use for money in my life
G D
You strive and struggle till it gets you down
A D
I tramp until I lag and then I’ll drop my swag
A D
And I’ll sit and smoke and watch the world go 'round
D A D
When finally I reach the golden gates
G D
They say St Peter he’s a decent bloke
A D
If I’m taken with the blessed this will be my last request
A D
I must have good terbaccy when I smoke
D A D
Yes I was talking to that swaggy yesterday
G D
And what he told me I’ll remember clear
A D
Trampin’ out there with the breeze happy as the birds and bees
A D
And I reckon that he has the right idea.
[Yodel]
D A D
G D
A D
A D
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