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Basic structure is 8 bars - main pattern x6 + verse end, but sometimes an extra bar or two is added to make a 9 or 10 bar section.
Oh it's-a Dlonesome D7away from your Gkindred and all By the A7campfire at night we'll hear the wild dingoesD call But there's-a nothing soD7 lonesome,G morbid or drear A7 D // Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer
Now thDe publican'D7s anxious for thGe quota to come And there's a A7far away look on the face of theD bum The maid's gone allD7 cranky and the Gcook's acting queer A7 D // Oh what a terrible place is a pub with no beer
Then theD7 stockman ridesD7 up with hiGs dry dusty throat He breasts A7up to the bar and pulls a wad from hisD coat But the smile on hisD7 face quickly Gturns to a sneer A7 D // As the barman says sadly the pub's got no beer
Then tDhe swaggie comD7es in smotherGed in dust and flies HeA7 throws down his roll and rubs the sweat fromD his eyes But when he isD7 told, he saysG what's this I hear A7 D // I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer
Now there's aD dog on the vD7'randa, for hisG master he waits But theA7 boss is inside drinking wine with hisD mates He hurries for D7cover and heG cringes in fear A7 D // It's no place for a dog 'round a pub with no beer
And oldD Billy theD7 blacksmith, the first Gtime in his life Why he'sA7 gone home cold sober to his darlingD wife He walks in theD7 kitchen, she says you'reG early my dear A7 D // But then he breaks down and tells her the pub's got no beer
Oh, DBilly theD7 blacksmith, ridesG home on his horse The cops A7pull him over, but he's sober of Dcourse He blows in theD7 bag and they all Gshed a tear A7 D // There's no place for a Booze bus 'round a pub with no beer
Oh it'sD hard to beD7lieve that there's customersG still But the A7money's still tinkling in the Dold ancient till The wine buffs areD7 happy and I know they'reG sincere A7 D // When they say they don't care if the pub's got no beer
So it's-aD lonesome aD7way from yourG kindred and all By theA7 campfire at night we'll hear the wild dingoesD call But there's-a nothing soD7 lonesome,G morbid or drear A7 D DGGD Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer