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Tis the second song in "Ronnielong's Pub Jam" Adventure!! Woohoo!
Anywayz... This tune goes waaayyy back... its Australian (So I guess I should have put a pint of Fosters™ fer the pic, but eh, I like Guinness™ Waaayyy Better) :)
Enjoy!
Jus me an my Guitar this time ;)
-Cheers-
Anywayz... This tune goes waaayyy back... its Australian (So I guess I should have put a pint of Fosters™ fer the pic, but eh, I like Guinness™ Waaayyy Better) :)
Enjoy!
Jus me an my Guitar this time ;)
-Cheers-
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Lyrics
It's lonesome away from your kindred and all,
By the campfire at night where the wild dingoes call;
But there's nothing so lonesome, so morbid or drear,
Than to stand in a bar of a pub with no beer.
Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come,
There's a far away look on the face of the bum;
The maid's gone all cranky, and the cook's acting queer,
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, pulls a wad from his coat;
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer,
When the barman says sadly, the pub's got no beer.
There's a dog on the 'randa-h, for his master he waits,
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates;
He hurries for cover and cringes in fear,
It's no place for a dog 'round a pub with no beer.
Old Billy the blacksmith, first time in his life,
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife;
He walks in the kitchen, she says you're early, me dear,
But he breaks down and tells her, the pub's got no beer.
By the campfire at night where the wild dingoes call;
But there's nothing so lonesome, so morbid or drear,
Than to stand in a bar of a pub with no beer.
Now the publican's anxious for the quota to come,
There's a far away look on the face of the bum;
The maid's gone all cranky, and the cook's acting queer,
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, pulls a wad from his coat;
But the smile on his face quickly turns to a sneer,
When the barman says sadly, the pub's got no beer.
There's a dog on the 'randa-h, for his master he waits,
But the boss is inside drinking wine with his mates;
He hurries for cover and cringes in fear,
It's no place for a dog 'round a pub with no beer.
Old Billy the blacksmith, first time in his life,
Has gone home cold sober to his darling wife;
He walks in the kitchen, she says you're early, me dear,
But he breaks down and tells her, the pub's got no beer.
urbnite
long live guinness! and murphy's. and caffrey's. um... beer in general!
fun song. makes me want to open one right now.
nice guitar, vocals, harmonies... good production all around.
are there more in the series?