D A DG DA DA DD A D I was talking to a swaggy yesterdayG D His beard was long his hair was silver greyA D His dress was out of style but he wore a friendly smileE7 A D And here is what the old man had to sayD A D “You may think me most unusual my boyG D When I tell you straight that I am stony brokeA D I tramp from year to year and I’ll drink all kinds of beerA D But I like to have good 'baccy when I smoke"D A D Now I’ll show you this here old terbacco tinG D The paint is gone the sides are dinted inA D But it’s opened many a bottle in its wild and chequered lifeA D And to me it has always been a friend [Yodel]D A DG DA DA DD A D I one time had a wife and everythingA D But a stranger came and soon we were apartA D So I left my friends and home and I hit the road to roamA D But nicotine has mended my old heartD A D I’ve got no use for money in my lifeG D You strive and struggle till it gets you downA D I tramp until I lag and then I’ll drop my swagA D And I’ll sit and smoke and watch the world go 'roundD A D When finally I reach the golden gatesG D They say St Peter he’s a decent blokeA D If I’m taken with the blessed this will be my last requestA D I must have good terbaccy when I smokeD A D Yes I was talking to that swaggy yesterdayG D And what he told me I’ll remember clearA D Trampin’ out there with the breeze happy as the birds and beesA D And I reckon that he has the right idea. [Yodel]D A DG DA DA D
I Must Have Good Terbaccy When I Smoke
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