Where Country Is

VERSE 1

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He sat by the door of the grand old Birdsville Pub
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His swag and gear was guarded by a faithful heeler dog
          D                                               G
He wore a shirt that would blind ya and a rumpled ringers hat
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This old man was country, he left no doubt of that

        D                             A                   D
Well he sang of mobs of cattle moving down the Birdsville track
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And the camels carting wool in the early days outback
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He sang of wild eyed scrubbers runnin' flat out in the night
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Tryin' to ring the mob cause the lightnin's quick to fright

Chorus:
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He sat there hillbilly pickin' on a cracked and battered Gibson
A                                   D
And the songs that he sang were all his
      G                         D
Every song told a story and the more that I listened
                            A             D
The more I realised this is where country is

VERSE 2

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Well his songs told how they did it and I felt a sense of shame
      G               D                     A
And I wondered if the battler would ever be again
    D                                       G
His pride in his country rang true in every song
      D                                    A                D
And I wondered if the chips were down if I ever would be as strong

REPEAT Chorus