Тональность

 
       G               C
Oh it's lonesome away from your kindred and all  
            G              Dm                C      
By the campfire at night where the wild dingoes call  
              C                    F 
But there's nothin' so lonesome, morbid or drear  
     Gm              Dm                C
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer  
 
     G               C
Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come  
           G                  Dm           C      
There's a faraway look on the face of the bum  
            C                       F
The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer  
      Gm          Dm                C
What a terrible place is a pub with no beer  
 
     G                 C
The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat  
           G                Dm                  C      
He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat  
          C                         F
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer  
     Gm                Dm                  C
When the barman says sadly, 'The pub's got no beer'  
 
     G                      C
Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies  
   G                G                C
He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes  
         C                     F
But when he is told he says, 'What's this I hear?  
      Gm                    Dm                 C
I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer!' 
 
       G                      C
There's a dog on the v'randah, for his master he waits  
    G                       G             C
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates  
        C                    F
He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear  
     Gm             Dm                   C
It's no place for a dog round a pub with no beer  
 
       G                        C
Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life  
     G               G                  C
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife  
     C                                        F
He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, my dear"  
        Gm                  Dm                          C
Then he breaks down and he tells her that the pub's got no beer  
 
       G               C
Oh it's lonesome away from your kindred and all  
            G              Dm                C      
By the campfire at night where the wild dingoes call  
              C                    F 
But there's nothin' so lonesome, morbid or drear  
     Gm              Dm                C
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer