D E7
Oh it's lonesome away from your kindred and all
A7 D
By the campfire at night where the wild dingos call
E7
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so 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
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
E7
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer
A7 D
When the barman says suddenly: "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
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 verandah, for his master he waits
A7 D
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates
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
E7
He walks in the kitchen; she says: "You're early, Bill dear"
A7 D
Then he breaks down and he tells her that 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 dingos call
E7
But there's nothin' so lonesome, so dull or so drear
A7 D
Than to stand in the bar of a pub with no beer