Pub With No Beer

A7 D D E7 Oh it's lonesome away from your kindred and all A7 D By the campfire at night where the wild dingoes call D E7 But there's nothin' so lonesome, morbid or drear A7 D Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer D E7 Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come A7 D There's a faraway look on the face of the bum D E7 The maid's gone all cranky and the cook's acting queer A7 D What a terrible place is a pub with no beer D E7 The stockman rides up with his dry, dusty throat A7 D He breasts up to the bar, pulls a wad from his coat D E7 But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer A7 D When the barman says sadly, 'The pub's got no beer' D E7 Then in comes the swagman, all covered with flies A7 D He throws down his roll, wipes the sweat from his eyes D E7 But when he is told he says, “What's this I hear? A7 D I've trudged fifty flamin' miles to a pub with no beer.” D E7 There's a dog on the v'randah, for his master he waits A7 D But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates D E7 He hurries for cover and he cringes in fear A7 D It's no place for a dog ‘round a pub with no beer. D E7 Old Billy, the blacksmith, the first time in his life A7 D Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife D E7 He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, my dear" A7 D Then he breaks down and he tells her, “The pub's got no beer.” D E7 So it's lonesome away from your kindred and all A7 D By the campfire at night where the wild dingoes call D E7 But there's nothin' so lonesome, morbid or drear A7 D Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer