A Pub With No Beer - Slim Dusty lyrics

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A Pub With No Beer

Original 1957 Version

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Oh it's a lonesome away − from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night − we'll hear the wild dingoes call
But there's a nothing so lonesome − morbid or drear
Than to stand in the bar − of a pub with no beer

Now the publican's anxious − for the quota to come
And there's a far away look on − the face of the bum
The maid's gone all cranky − and the cook's acting queer
Oh what a terrible place − is a pub with no beer

Then the stockman rides up − with his dry dusty throat
He breasts up to the bar − and pulls a wad from his coat
But the smile on his face − quickly turns to a sneer
As the barman says sadly − the pub's got no beer

Then the swaggie comes in − smothered in dust and flies
He throws down his roll − and rubs the sweat from his eyes
But when he is told − he says what's this I hear
I've trudged fifty − flamin' miles − to a pub with no beer

Now there's a dog on the v'randa − for his master he waits
But the boss is inside − drinking wine with his mates
He hurries for cover − and he cringes in fear
It's no place for a dog − 'round a pub with no beer

And old Billy the blacksmith − the first time in his life
Why he's gone home cold sober − to his darling wife
He walks in the kitchen − she says you're early Bill dear
But then he breaks down and tells her − the pub's got no beer

Oh it's hard to believe − that there's customers still
But the money's still tinkling − in the old ancient till
The wine buffs are happy − and I know they're sincere
When they say they don't care − if the pub's got no beer

So it's a lonesome away − from your kindred and all
By the campfire at night − we'll hear the wild dingoes call
But there's a nothing so lonesome − morbid or drear

Than to stand in the bar − of that pub with no beer

# Slim Dusty #